Ah! My mind often brings me behind,
To the unpolluted visionary age,
When my heart wished to dissolve,
Physical entity of my own being,
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A compelling, passionate poem; very enjoyable; I too loved last four lines.
Picking up a few thorns from the path, Where from advances mankind, With bare sore feet is much better, Than the seclusion of seventy years YOU ARE A GENIUS. really admire this thinking mind
where have you brought these thoughts 4m: the heart or the soul? truly uzma