Dhiman Shah

Here you come to a fantasy land,
full of dragons and houses of red
where you can find a loaf of bread.
You can find Rapunzel brushing her hair,
...

Lo, truth did creep upon thee unawares,
Not borne by fate, nor carried by the stars,
But by that quiet law which none escapes—
That truth, though buried, claws through every scar.
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Lo, I did chase the distant gleaming light,
A beacon hung beyond the mortal sight.
Each step I took, the earth beneath did quake,
Yet hurdles rose, as if the world would break.
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In chambers where my quiet soul was wrought,
Where every sigh was shackled, every thought unsought,
I dwelt beneath the weight of others' will—
A captive heart compelled to whisper still.
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Alone I walk this world of glass and glare,
Where hearts lie trapped in wires, cold and bare;
Each soul encased within its metal keep,
Too deaf to hear the forests as they weep.
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Within the hearth where blood and duty bind,
There stands a boy with burdens undefined;
Not born of stone, nor carved of ironed will,
Yet tasked to bear what breaks his spirit still.
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Behold the ancient tree, in silence grown,
Whose arms once cradled kingdoms of its own;
It fed our breath with whispers soft and pure,
And sheltered us when nothing else was sure.
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