If I had to condense whatever meant something, to me into a Last Lecture I wonder what it would be… Love your parents, they are gone too soon; Of unconditional love they are the epitome. Family and friends – cherish the bonds. Work can wait. Yes it can! Spare some time for the ‘me’ Hug...
The beads and chains, Of custom and tradition, The inking of my face, The branding, in your name; Will not ground me! Rebellious my eyes Resolute my lips, My longing to escape. Surrounds me! My freedom, beyond fretters, I shall find. And I shall flee. Confined I am not. Tethered I may be! The earth...
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Sabina Verma