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The mirage
Man's search for freedom when no fruits find for far long,
Perhaps, he in deep fear of freedom is,
Or tuneful he ne'er sings liberty's song,
For, freedom is not all of heaven's heady bliss;
And cosy often feels a prison wall,
Warm and safe feels a loving heart's bondage,
While comes freedom calling a duty's call,
And conscience conspires to coo in cage;
The seeker's not in search of a few more
Roses that come with thorns amidst the greenery,
Nor yet more oases in a dry desert core,
‘Tis duty that makes him much more weary.
The search in me, yet, seeks no more than a couplet
To end my quest, to rest cosy with a sonnet!
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- Sonnets, Tongue-in-cheek | 09.08.11 |
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by
Aniruddha Pathak
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