Entangled Soul
My soul born free, is now hindered,
In the paths of this cruel world full of relationships, responsibilities and duties.
Entangled in the burden of expectations,
Enangled in unwanted needs and greed,
Entangled in the shimmer of the wordly riches.
My soul is in despair,
Desperate to be free.
The negative enclosure crushes its emotions and even thoughts too.
My soul yearns to be released,
To break free.
Free to breathe, free to live,
Yet again !!
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PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
