Its one voice that speaks to me
How do I rankle its lonesome pleas?
Its weakness overpowers me
I wish to master solitary talk
language of quiet words.
A stoic face, a stoic gaze
A poised portrait
of perfect form.
How do I slaughter spontaneity?
Its thoughtless rampage
How do I shackle compulsion?
Its swift dominance
I wish to helm my thoughts
art of self-possession.
A deliberate gait, a complete composure
A silent portrait
of definite calm.
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29th January 2014
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