No matter, what I have and I get,
No matter, whatever I achieve.
If success goes to my head,
And it provokes hate and regrets!
I am not free to be me,
Greed remains my impish glee!
If I am biased, I know it,
And find it logical for my benefit.
If I am not upright,
And have no conscience to confide.
I am not free to be me,
Just a dead soul’s shameless spree!
If I learn to quit,
And it becomes my habit.
If I point out your flaws,
And for myself, I forget all the laws.
I am not free to be me,
Vampire in me, becomes the signatory!
Life is a battle,
And if I don’t play a fair game.
If fear limits me and my creativity,
And this doesn’t set my spirit aflame.
I am not free to be me.
Timidity becomes the referee!
If I trifle with the emotions of those who love me,
And those who blindly trust me.
Hey! I am still not free!
I am selfish, yet I set a plea!
For me, freedom is “free to be me.”
And I shall be free when I conquest myself.
That’s the only key!
Yes! You do agree!
30/03/2019
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Remote area where there is no screen
Timidity rules alone trying to save skin.
Of all evils in the creation under discipline
Timidity – a curse – is like a Saccharin.
Sugary as tweet, booming as a violin
Wicked as a fox, ill-mannered as Bedouin;
Timidity sneaks secretly physique within
And remains there undisturbed and akin.
When obligatory duty or slog is seen
Sharpens us, whet us till found Lenin.
This makes us skinny, lanky and thin.
Living timid for me is no than a sin.
Hence precaution must be taken, O Kin!
Timidity, a severe knight, should not reign
Over us from beginning to let out jinn.
We should never….ever
Suffer from timidity
Ere now, let us be bold
For we’ll never be this
Young again you see…
Nor again ever be this old
Let us take delight
In delayed good nights
In embraces held with sighs
Take leisure in the pleasure of
Languid looks
From limpid eyes
Be not afraid to proffer thanks
Boldly offer
Profuse delight
Always tender
Fond and friendly farewells
And avoid like the dickens
…Goodbyes…
I am a feeling ,
Cowardly but Dangerous
Courage, is only cure.
-Ism
Timidity
Hurl me stones as much as you like
To shear my skin from bone
Bereaving me, you can boast of your custom
Your end is just,
Theirs to make me silent
But millions to millions crawls,
Same way every day and night
Might be there, your pebbles storage can go empty
Nature should remain thinking to construe stones
In faster rate to heat me like desires born again
But my liking, desires cannot go in vain
There is back up of almighty pushing me to do
Being forwarded again and again
Don’t be afraid of them they are thieve
They loot bag satisfy them self every night by same routine
Only they publicize you in the name of adultery
Penalising killing, devouring your flesh with stone
I’ m behind you to support my dear
If this time they peel off you
Next time I scrape their mind with same and right vision
They are doing wrong, wrong worse
What you liked is nature, my system
How they dared to halt, my other beloved
I ask to creator think in it, and change the devise
About such timidity where is weak
In your generation, stop to fill cruelty.
Wrapped in a cloak of inconsequence
I hid my raw, bleeding visage from
Your insubstantial glance
running scared
away from Hate
The masses gather
My linching can't wait
all my life
I have been their prey
by stepping on me
Makes their living ok
SEE THE FUNNY LITTLE CLOWN
FUNNY FACES HE MAKES ALL AROUND
They want to get rid of a peaceful timid guy
He has the right to keep living
Why do you want him to die?
The end is near
My fate so cast
Timidity has a place in this world
But MEN don't want them to last
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