I follow the voices of the wind
The ebb and flow of the waves
The footprints of strangers I find
With my own direction to pave
The clarity of imperfections
I must accept
For the essence of life is questioned;
To thy own self be adept
Passion and desires emancipated
Recurring dreams invincible
Strength and power drive to be undefeated
Time heedful as events remain irreversible
Masters of none masquerading,
Indecency prevailing,
Unwritten tales have yet been fading
As the journey begins unveiling
(QC,2011)
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