Set in dreams and aspirations alike,
The heart knows what its destiny states,
No more a struggling warrior than,
The innocent abode a mad hope makes...
Free to choose the path to take,
A stuttering, stumbling, startling wake,
The very freedom that empowers it so,
Burdens it with a dubious state...
Knowing what it cannot surmount,
Hoping and wishing it could,
Thinking beyond the inconceivable,
In ways it hardly should...
It still fails to relinquish it fight
Against fate, o such mad hope...
-Abhijit
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