An exception to freedom.......
Freed hands though weighed enough,
for the divine nuptial of truths,
still a shirk remained holding back,
marring the beauty as if all untrue........
all sights blunted to see only the ravage,
even when remaining ravines were looted.....
stones hearted stared and gazed,
Without a shimmer of grudge but just stared....
Amit
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