Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


>>>Part and whole interdependent to each other


Freedom and dependence
Both are emphatically false
As we are the part of the whole
So correct word is interdependence

Feel not you are separate
Otherwise you feel a pull from a string
And you lose freedom like that of a puppet
Never feel like cut off
That may causes upon you a restriction
And you lose your independence
Like that of a slave
Rather move freely as a part of the whole
And enjoy life
As a master enjoys his own

The part is alive because of the whole
And the whole exists because of the part
But both are dead
When they shun to be interdependent to each other.

Submitted: Sunday, December 08, 2013
Edited: Sunday, December 08, 2013
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