by Dr. T. Ashok Chakravarthy
Like mirages in a dreary desert
Illusions, spell-bind our thoughts,
Fickle mind gets simply trapped,
Till the life’s precious glow gets dim.
Reality dawns before the ultimate
Drowning you in the mire of gloom.
Arise and awake, O youthful hearts
Truth looks bitter before unfolding.
Let wisdom prevail to liberate self,
Break the shackles once and for all.
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