Free limits
No one is free,
not even a wave
which leads a blissful life,
spending the whole to cast a shadow
of the eruption of life.
Not even a sky,
which covers this earth, but what all
it bears for being such a protection,
it weeps whenever, its strings
are stretched at its ends.
And of course not me,
who is bound to write, whatever
he makes out of the world,
stuck in between.
not even a wave
which leads a blissful life,
spending the whole to cast a shadow
of the eruption of life.
Not even a sky,
which covers this earth, but what all
it bears for being such a protection,
it weeps whenever, its strings
are stretched at its ends.
And of course not me,
who is bound to write, whatever
he makes out of the world,
stuck in between.
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