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A Full Life

You chase it for years
Just for a glimpse.
When not enough,
With all bravery 
And wits of the world
You let the heart speak.
When heard, you ask for more,
Forgetting how it began
Forgetting what was expected.

Now you want bits and more
For the world you have built.
When that goes up,
You whistle a melody.
When that seems within reach,
You hum a better one.
When not, tasting the limits,
Reticence is the language
Silence is the music
And hope is the crescent moon.

You have forgotten the truth
Or you don't wish to recall 
The start, promises made to self 
The fallacy of imagination
How it can be double edge
How the very strength of life
How the sense of the world 
Could also be your own foe?

Must one hope and dream
With a restrained mind?
Must one live knowing
Knowing his place in the world?
Just to live just half a life;
The other half static and ordinary.

No half-bloomed flower manifests
A beauty that can enchant;
Be it feisty or gloomy, in whole,
One finds the hues and fragrance
One cannot replicate.

Let the mind wander off 
Let the mind sink for while
Let it go mad in silence 
Let it be soaked in melancholy
After all, we are humans 
Of emotions and moods 
With hopes and imagination
Running thick and sloshing.

Thus we live as unique
With the sense of one's place
As honourable, as mindful.
It's natural, as life should be;
To live one’s full life with a full hope. 


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