Amidst the tangles of pink wisdom,
flames up a feeble fire of freedom,
a quest to explore thoughts at random,
when stress suffocates every quantum,
tense mind spares no time for peace or boredom
But what gobbles up time isn’t just this neural flaw,
or what abrogates a dither in accomplishment by the law
of procrastination that guarantees emotional yaw
if not eased by will sharp as a saw,
all that drives through each case is a fear of thoughts.
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Author:
Vishnu Kumar K (
Offline) - Published: October 16th, 2024 00:33
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Wisdom in a rhyme well said
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