by Neelam Sinha
If I am cursed to be a slave ,
Slave of my habits ,
Then let me choose my master ;
If I am destined to be in grave ,
Grave of my debits ,
Then let me write my own disaster ;
And give me my whole canvas ,
So that I could paint whatever I want to ;
For if I can’t praise you for my success
Then I won’t blame you for my failures too ;
And let me be anything
Even to be a wanderer ;
For this is not my destiny
I am just a traveler ;
But know before you start
Your merciless laugh,
I am not worried if at end I will get the grave ;
With the no ends
It's you who is the cursed one
O ! THE IMMORTAL, ETERNAL SLAVE...
From:
Trying to hear , my soul's whisper ...
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Neelam Sinha
Last updated March 25, 2012