When there is no more freedom to be right
Only possible visuals for the eyes are disguised in madness
Staring at the unchanging destiny- time shrinks and crumble
Only there is some feeble murmur of hopelessness
Destiny pledges to the feelings that torment the being
Lands tightened by resistance and indiscriminate pillage
Age seems to wear off and become feeble before time
Thoughts are sharpened to terminate hopeful feelings
When freedom does not feel right but imposed and strict
~Amitav
Ah time. The never-ending riddle.
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That too depends on the freedom to solve the riddle.
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We can bend the time. Catch it off-guard.
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Yes, we can get enough Space to solve the riddle.
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