I Quit

I quit from the sickness of narrow mind I quit from meanness of bright lamps I quit from darkness of wavering clamp I quit from obsolete dirt that touches on Quit will shed some burden off Which my selfless motives are carrying on I fear with the mirror covers This is breakable with the slightest hurt. Quit is the decision subconsciously taken. Else realities will wage war with purities of heart. Soul kept knocking the door so often The doors that are half close and half open. Quit may appears to be wonderful thought When it is phased out, world reacts with frolic drought but I am very firm without any doubts