Baba Baba Black Sheep
Baba Baba black sheep,
Mat dikha yeh wool,
Baskar, baskar pata chala hai
What has made your all bags full!
Few for your breeders,
Rest for your reigns,
And none for the poor people
Who brought up your flames!
- Parth Jadhav
Beneath Illusions, Beyond Reality
In the realm of existence, where life takes its toll, I emerged, a formless clay, an unshaped soul. Unchosen were the faces, surrounding my birth, Place, religion, and parents, bestowed upon me on Earth. Through the journey I embarked, fate's design unknown, Moulded by the hands of time, as seeds of life were sown. Companions and mentors, in diverse shapes they came, The world around me, distinct, each one with their own claim. My mind, a vessel, brimming with vast cognition, A blend of worth and waste, shaping my life's mission, Within my mortal frame, chemicals clandestinely flow, Emotions surge, guiding my actions, high and low. A protagonist am I, in a tale of my own design, Yet caught in a movie, not of my own soul's line. For many wander aimlessly, within their self-made cell, A mirage of limitations, where true freedom doesn't dwell. No longer confined by walls of illusion and strife, I'll seek the pinnacle of my humanly life, I'll shed the shackles of
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