Lo! It is not thee;
Who is seeking freedom.
Rather its thy soul,
Vanquishing its demon.

Foolhardy art thou;
Boasting of tomorrow.
Dost thou even knoweth;
Of joy and sorrow.

Its the enlightenment;
Of the wandering soul.
To exhibit composure,
And carry out its role.

Life, is but temporary;
Thy loved ones are lost.
Lying deeply buried;
Underneath the frost.

Alas! Let us hope;
For wisdom and truth.
Embrace the crowd;
Of ignorant youth.

Lo! It is not thee;
Who is seeking freedom.
Rather its thy soul;
Vanquishing its demon.

 

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