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Ashok’s poem explores the search for solace in past dreams and spiritual reflection, addressing anxieties of adulthood, and future fear, exclusively for different truths.
Yes! Sometimes you peep out in the sly Sometimes you fly out in the open sky. Materialistic worries encircle me always Inside, my younger self shows new ways. Honours, insults, and fame appear like fire Life, tied to growing age, feels the ire. As if crushed under a mountain of sorrow, Philosophical thoughts scare me tomorrow. Caught betwixt the poles of past and future, Dear younger self! You are always so dear! The snapped love of mother was so tender, How do you overcome the egoistic world’s fear? In the ravaging flames of the past life, I find a spiritual warmth devoid of grief. Is this a righteous way of thinking or not? I feel that only time can reveal it, is it not?
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