Let’s see what my heart says,
Heart stamps & pen writes.
In this huge game of acknowledgements,
Fame, appreciation, name, importance.
Am too in the race among trillions.
Packed in the world of fantasies,
Reality seems oblivious.
Engulfed in the world of opinions,
Intuition feels astrange.
Shackled in enforcing routines,
Free-will seems a dream.
I write, I read, I listen,
To the echoes of my own archives.
Hoping to unearth my essence,
Yet finding naught but emptiness.
But,
The hope persists,
Voice exists,
And me? – well it resists!
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