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Indivi(duality).

  I tremble at the very thought That knowledge is a vice As long as its not learnt, Not imposed upon, Free thinking individuals Are a bane to the society Because they say things They actually mean Unlike those that connive And cheat and con With their truth-seeming lies To make the world spin Just with the weight of their guilt That nobody ever accepts The taboo to simple truths That requires a magnanimous courage To even comprehend saying it: They are of no benefit, Individuals with a mind of their own Simply because They never cease to disagree to mediocrity But aspire to influence To inspire the heroic in man Who might as well choose To abscond the path to their greatness And instead seek salvation Without realising that both Are one and the same.
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Looking back.

  This wouldn't be Much more of a poem Than the being I'm trying to pose as, But more of a meandering Snake (For a foolish mind) Curves of instances Untraceable. And I was stunned At a gradual realisation That I'd not really like To retrace my steps
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Wait.

  How long Should I wait For inspiration to strike, For that one moment That would define my life. You say I should work hard So tell me how many poems I need to write Before being recognised as a bard. Endless wait Inaction Such has become time.
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Mortality.

  If reminded of Your own mortality, Would you ponder over it And see it as an inevitable end, Or would you choose to live In ignorance? It is immaterial, Because the living only matters, And it's ways; Knowing the ends Doesn't grant you knowledge Of the means.
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Battles.

There's so much I want to do, almost infinite time, the right resources and a hundred ways. There's so much I wished I could do, but what are wishes, without a will?
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Six.

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Will you shelter a  B            R                         O                                                    K                  E                                                                                               N Heart?
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Vain.

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Futile Heart’s rain Drenching revenge over  Oil fuelled fuming fire Unquenched.
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