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I try to reach to the top but every time i fail Yet I try over and over again because every climb brings me closer to my aim. I wish to reach the summit- as do my fellow mates, Some of them are strangers but some of them I know But in the end you have to climb all alone. Every climb I learn something new, Every climb breaks my spirit but every climbs gets me closer to The Dragon on the summit. After countless tries I reach that peak yearned by all and I see the white Dragon standing tall The lustrous snow blinds my eyes and I feel the cold winds blow through clear blue skies The dragon stares right into my eyes and I see that this world is just a web of lies All these falls and climb were just fiction and my real self was far beyond the horizon He shoots a wall of fire at me that is the last thing I see It burns my eyes               my heart                   my thought              my soul I am just ash. Ash that cannot be burnt again, Ash that flies in the skies, Ash that flows with the rivers, Ash that is free- Forever
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC
The Dragon
I try to reach to the top but every time i fail Yet I try over and over again because every climb brings me closer to my aim. I wish to reach the summit- as do my fellow mates, Some of them are strangers but some of them I know But in the end you have to climb all alone. Every climb I learn something new, Every climb breaks my spirit but every climbs gets me closer to The Dragon on the summit. After countless tries I reach that peak yearned by all and I see the white Dragon standing tall The lustrous snow blinds my eyes and I feel the cold winds blow through clear blue skies The dragon stares right into my eyes and I see that this world is just a web of lies All these falls and climb were just fiction and my real self was far beyond the horizon He shoots a wall of fire at me that is the last thing I see It burns my eyes               my heart                   my thought              my soul I am just ash. Ash that cannot be burnt again, Ash that flies in the skies, Ash that flows with the rivers, Ash that is free- Forever
The poem is inspired by the hindu/budhist concept of 'moksha' It is liberation from endless cycle of birth-death and the suffering which comes with it. It is knowing who you truly are It is escaping the Matrix forever
#freedom#fire#liberation#dragon#ash#climb
shivam-mishra
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shivam-mishra
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC
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