While wandering alone, there’s no one to destroy the name
It’s the daring soliloquies that either blame or praise the changing landscapes
Sometimes dense, sometimes sparse, there is always some astonishment
Of seeing the newness of the good and bad; there’s no vanity or hiding from fear
Or, the urge to hide in some deep cavern constructed by the doubtful shadows
Their overworked hands and overthinking minds are quite vengeful
It’s not about seeking tawdry fame or even hurrying up a speech for the occasion
Where applauds feel like numerous slaps on the words framing the soliloquies
Some omniscient voice does speak to the soul about the frequent misadventures
There is no desire to hold court and address them with exalted oratory
Freedom to create is born of the desire to wander while composing the experiences
~Amitav
I love the last line! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Sam.
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My pleasure
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