Plucking all petals of time, one by one,
throwing them in the dark well of memories;
I tasted freedom at last—
just when I thought,
a thorn pricked my soul.
Tangled with it were some moments—
part bonded; part liberated.
Pretending to be oblivious
in the twilight of awakening,
I deferred the deliverance of my soul till infinity.
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