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Words of the Fallen …

I am the prisoner of my indolence.

I am the prisoner of my inability.

The stoic in me can never express.

I am the prisoner of my velleity!

 

I have been too timorous.

I have been too shy.

It haunts me thinking that,

That much I never really tried!

 

Perseverance is bliss!

Sadly I am oblivious to it!

The dreamer in me is paralyzed:-

Giving up at the first sign of defeat!

 

Shelved in my own grave,

I am the dead man alive!

Wills eroded, emotions dried up;

I am a lost soul, grayed and naive! 

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