Clipped are our wings
Stricken are our thoughts
Smitten is our path
we live on the edge of a sword
clinged to the certainty
bound by the limits
envisaged by the logic
we forget to fly
we are those
who dare to imagine
but to strive to survive
the strenuous usualness
we hide under
the cocoon of predictions
which neither push us
nor make us proud
All we wait is
And all we dream is
A palace built out of thin air
Pure though impractical
The exasperation rules us
Though perspiration hides within
May we dare to step out
And May we live our imagination.
-
Shashank Dambal
(14-01-2012)
Bound by the fate we hide.
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