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My Freedom

March 5, 2019

Cloaked as loss of hope

With silent footsteps

It roared in my being

Weaved tightly in my compulsions

In my aversions

In my expectations

It kept drowning

 

Buried under my charred remains

My freedom raised itself 

from my crumbled ashes.

 

She silently stood in my heart

And whispered – ‘Tis You , Only You who completes Thyself

 

My freedom

It roared in my being

And left me yearningly complete.

One Comment
  1. Babal Juneja permalink

    Amazing amazing,simply amazing

    Sent from my iPhone

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