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Once head and heart merge Our creative urge In jest Chooses to emerge As soul’s muse upsurge To test Whether we diverge Or still do converge Then rest It’s time we confessed That our zeal and zest Innate Is because we’re blessed And our fears addressed Abate No load on our chest We rise to the crest Create Tomorrow’s too late Why for should we wait To rise Heart is heaven’s gate Where bliss beats gyrate Fear dies Call it luck or fate Freedom is soul’s state We prize 14-March-2023

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