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  • Jigyasa Giri

I am the freedom

For me the sharp blade of sincere honesty

Than the gangrene of pointless pretence.

For me the lone eagle slicing through clouds

Than the glitz of peacocks strutting about.

For me a lamp battling the storm

Than a blazing candle encased and forlorn.

For me the throb of hope in emptiness

Than the feeble whisperings of hopeless existence.

For me the boundless ocean of love

Than the putrid well of deceptions galore.

For me the elixir of knowledge potent

Than the heady venom of not knowing at all.

For me the beast free in terrains to explore

Than the one secured by shackles of gold.

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