i am not free
to accept the freedom,
the shackles of traditions
stops me from going onward
and showers of love
blind my vision.
the voices of naked expectations
drowns the sound of truth
the shear volume of
time tasted principles
dwarfs my humble doubts,
where to go?
the roads leads to darkness
and i am searching light.
what to do?
i am craving for guidance
and guide is silent.
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