The Beautiful Irony of Changing Constants

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Like a ship

To the land

Is anchored, and

Like an animal

Of the wild

Is leashed

We are waiting

Forever

To be freed

From the constraints

Within

It is the stifling

School of Thought

That has schooled us

Into a way of life

Caged within

A point of view

And we are comfortable

Within its familiarity –

Release us unto

A world unknown

And we’d have no clue

What to do

Or where to

Haul that anchor

And hook it anew

Now it is too late to be unhooked

From the familiarity of being hooked

– Akanksha Gupta (poem only)