Poem
of the week: The Jailbird by Maurice Riordan
In pursuit of a philosophy:
Often a persistent feeling rouses in me
An awareness, of something new, strange,
unusual, requires my visits, my scrutiny,
Break from routine, from shell;
but from sometime, it was in isolate ward,
within the corner of my heart, soul’s room,
in its own ward, overcoming all temptations,
at times, yields no doubt some small tempts, harmless,
yet, an awareness taps it, for the soul to break
away, from the little show, to higher realm;
now is the time to rise skywards,
soar higher in pursuit of a philosophy.
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