It is like the ancient elusive holy grail,
That knights of olde and Templars of Dan Browne seeked.
Yet like them, I look from website to website Ransack the endless bookstores, and return empty.
I wonder at my state:
A fight of intellect and the soul.
One advises me to play along
Even as the other tears at life to break free.
A prisoner without fetters,
I live amidst my children
And the man I love.
Knowing full well that my truth
Lies not within these walls I call home,
But beyond, in the world that today lies beyond my reach…
But not beyond my imagination.
~ Bharti Athray
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