A mere tether dares to hold Me
to myself.
A tug, flip and yank,
am sure to come free!
Hours, weeks and years since, and it is gone!
Now grows there a banyan tree
its multitude roots richly spawn
from that sole sinuous shackle!
Multiplies self over and over;
myself and mine, myself and mine.
Never the boundless Me...
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mukt hone ki chah me har bar kuchh aur ulajh jate hain ham......
ReplyDeleteVery very true Namita.Shayad Ulajh jaana he hamare naseeb mein hai!....
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