Sometimes I’m not afraid to be honest.
It’s because I’m loving myself
and there is no fear in love
but when I dissapate
the fear comes
and I forget about
my tender
self.
Because honest
isn’t cruel
and honest
isn’t kind
honest is the key to the lock
and only the beginning.
Crack it
and watch the door swing
open
to see beyond
to go beyond
to gaze out
and wonder
and never leave
but enjoy the view.
Sometimes, most times
The view is enough.
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
Mind • Body • Life
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Rhymes and Reasons for Every Season
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry by Dr. Abhinav Majumder
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Reflection
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Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
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Democracy and Human Rights
by Yashasvi Shailly
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