I could see it rising
I could see the limits pressing
I could see the bonds breaking
I could hear the hinges creaking
I could smell the ash wafting
I could see an idea forming
And I could see a man transforming.
dedicated to my dear friend Avinasha( which literally means ‘untarnishable’).Thank you for your kind words.
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