By Gladwin George
Beneath the silk layers, I lie,
in the coziness of the cocoon-
The outer world beckons me-
Glancing through the translucent pane,
I see a myriad of opportunities, to blossom,
albeit, at a price.
The wands of power are visible, dangling
in air, stroking on the surface,
luring me, but in vain, as I know,
the shackles of chores and pain follow suit,
unfathomable for me to bear!
No ambition nor craving will ever
kindle my veins, for beads of sweat
should I thread for it, a futile call!!
For me, To quench, a drop needed,
to satiate, a crumb required,
the misery and neglect around, I behold;
but dare not tread into the open,
to align and pity with such woe, entails
the shedding off the warmth
wrapped around!
To be sessile in a mobile world
calls for genuine prowess, I proudly profess.
Others tattle it`s indolence sublime-
to don eternity in chrysalis is all
that I desire!
By Gladwin George
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