I wonder the passion of the spirit of Hercules, for he knew the most abundant secret of freedom;
I get inspired for the reason, that,
he embraced the balance
and got the wings…
Shackles are of many kinds,
and for me,
the most fatal, the most painful,
is to live with an undone task.
to live with a passion,
yet not to be inculcated…!
Every spirit needs to fly,
for some,
its the most fundamental part,
for a few,
its the asylum, where they breathe
and survive often.
when there is no other way,
but just to obey and
to transfigure the enrollment by purpose.
and though I have wings,
I have passions,
but I have the persuaded roles too.
© Annum Shabbir. Raja
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DESIRE OF THE DESIRE LESS
PoetrySome rustic poems of a Bohemian Soul, some unsaid stories turned into her words.
