In search of Rope not wanted- Hope
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Is skipping I need, when stressed,
Is rope in race, I wheel around,
Hope
and hop skip -hope,
Need of hour, Hope does not
forsake, while cocooned in isolation
away from your kith and kin,
bemused by inward pangs,
a rope, skip away from your rope,
should I catch your lace,
I know not, for Time’s stringent
Scale does slant, I will not
Catch your rope, nor
crave it
For my will and force a room
Of my own, my cells and boredom
To avoid, books to munch
within
Four walls, for
sacrifice and cause
In my blood, shall not
sleep,
Enter into your rope,
for my individuality my forte,
enriched by chirping birds,
only melody of my remaining life
only hope for your rope I
shall not enter; my prison
guards
ever watching and my sole
monitor now .
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