We could never "be all that we could be”.....
I wish I could dance like a belle..
I wish to sing the morning raga in a tune..
I want to waltz my brush to produce Masterpiece ...
May be to write like Shakespeare..
But nothing ...
I will be merely making a living all my life...
Living to make ends meet…
Living to bask in goodness of life
Living in assumed works and names to hide my unfinished aims...
All this is internal steam vented out through internal springs..
To drown out my inner self and turn away from my internal conflicts....
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