I have unabashed soared,
out from a stifled dream,
I was repressed by ’em,
and life hidden in me.
and now as i walk,
a breeze that comes with,
brings a halcyon memory forth,
for a life that lies beckoning.
of the many colors that remain
untasted through my days,
in my land i will,
a brief affair, with the strange.
I will certainly do,
see ’em all, drink and taste.
pleasures of the vim,
You come along too?
and when the wind hit,
as it took away my repose,
or so i thought, I veered,
from a path, of inertia and torpor.
of that scraggly life that i led,
i forget, and i think, and i think,
this new freedom biting its way in,
the devil in me laughed.
I shall pass culling,
for life throws ’em aplenty,
affluence seeking its way home,
this myriad mind of mine.
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is my contribution to Jingle’s Thursday Poets Rally Week 31
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