When Morning and Night met again that day
To greet the ocean of marred, frozen milk,
I bade adieu to Ball of Fire to bilk
The shadows that had wrecked my life, my stay;
And like a caged bird hoping hard to say
That blank cheque is better than food, its ilk,
I willed days when I’d freely hit the silk
And nights when I’d know I’m on the right way.
But my bound mind did maim my heart and soul,
Ensuring Light of Wisdom was unseen;
And even as I yearned to be loved, whole,
Became I gory and unholy, mean.
Well, my vision was obscured, so was goal;
Thus, found was I ‘lying’ with a changed mien.
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