I'M Not Ashamed Of
I’m not ashamed of
The blinds of my window I opened up
To feel the first beam of sun,
It peeped through, an aura of grandeur
Imbued when the rays landed on my floor,
Like molecules they bump on the walls,
On the ceiling, then on the floor,
Gone are all my injurious apathies,
Now I know anything I come across—
Its hidden texture I discern,
I’m delighted!
My dread is dissipated,
I’m obliged!
My disorders have become transparent,
I’m not ashamed of!
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