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Sep 2015
I am no more dirigible, no more bound.
I am the hawk,  I am the hound.
I am  beyond anyone's touch.
My ideas go beyond the stretch.
I savvied the rules of world -a pitfall.
Now i aspire to break them all.
Now i wander,  with no guilt to ponder.
My soul is sated with peace, that's what i will squander.
The temporal rules i bend with ease.
Cuz i am sceptred with
THE DREAMER'S DISEASE*.
Asim Javid
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