I’m going to break the Dragon
or the Dragon is going
to break me.
Little Bilbo.
I’m little Bilbo
Not afraid
to be afraid
and
afraid.
And actually I’m more like
those
that would let the dragon sleep
and allow the hoarding
the hoarding.
All the hording.
So lazy, and lazy is enough
I lounge on my richess
worth nothing
but do they gleam…
Do they ever gleam.
Do they ever.
I succeed by being asleep
but I am not immortal
and my soul…
My god…
My god…
What if my soul is immortal…
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
Mind • Body • Life
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True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry by Dr. Abhinav Majumder
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Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
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by Yashasvi Shailly
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