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Why?

Why walk a path every feet has trodden?
What joy there lies to forge ahead
If no new marks can be left?
Why stumble forth breathless
Packed in a blind crowd
When a novel way can be charted
Out of the maze?

Why stay on land when seas can be braved?
What good can come from toiling
Like every other slave?
Why witness the same sunset
Clouded by the smoke of burnt dreams
From a pier on which no more feet can stand
When a rising sun waits to be seen?

Why fear to fail when every man must die
And none has lived forever with their head held high?
If to fall is must, why fall again
Where every man has fallen in their time?
Why not trip on a new road
Only to stumble upon a truth unknown before?

If there is a dream that dares to call,
Answer with a will that dares to believe.
Lose everything that can be lost;
Give everything that can be given, and more.
For who knows if that dream will ever call again?
If that path will ever be brought to the light of known?

When faced with the choice
To stay bound in a cramped cage
Or to soar free through the boundless sky,
Why obey a brain that all other fools
Have sadly followed to their doom?

Why not listen to your heart
Which beats to keep you alive?

Comments

  1. Debabani28 April 2020 at 07:13

    That's my girl

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  2. Broadsword28 April 2020 at 07:52

    Profund and expensive. Wisdom beyond years!

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  3. Sayari28 April 2020 at 08:55

    Ulyssean grandeur in every bit!
    Liberation unfolding with every word..
    Brave poetry..great going

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  4. Unknown28 April 2020 at 09:02

    Wonderful indeed. Pretty inspiring as well......

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  5. Aryasree28 April 2020 at 09:05

    You teach me to look at life so differently. You are my strength, love you Mummum.

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  6. Sreemoyee Roy28 April 2020 at 10:02

    Indeed a window..a sneak peek into a world full of positivity.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Unknown28 April 2020 at 12:25

    This is really a good one..inspired me also to write

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  8. Ashish Kumar Choudhary2 May 2020 at 21:13

    Noice

    ReplyDelete
  9. Zoi3 May 2020 at 18:21

    Thank you everyone for your kind and encouraging words.

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