Saturday, November 9, 2024

Freedom Vs Imprisonment

 

A part of me

lost touch with life,

A door was shut

upon a little alley of life,

Then I was blind to

that aspect of life

which the little alley carried

in its journey to the main street.

But whenever a door opens,

a part of your soul comes out

to mix with

a lovely piece of art, architecture,

pattern, design,--

man-made or

self-evolved

on the canvas of nature.

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