Farthest One
In a world of puny gods and tiny beings
We are born with shackles in our feet
Branded with norms in different creeds
We are told to listen and never speak.
But you, who is meant to roar and meant to scream,
You are meant to run like a wild beast,
To chase your soul and hold it free,
So drink the poison of this world
And let it heal.
Copyright © Hridyesh Rawat | Year Posted 2017
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