You took me for an obedient being one day, when you saw me obey every single word of my master. Not that this heart does not know rebellion, it knew how to burn down worlds in its fury or even bring down the mighty, in its good old days.
It once knew how to fly past the countless mazes even though that meant it had to carry charred wings throughout its later life. It knew how to live without a word of love or encouragement and yet to look at criticism with equanimity.
Now, I have lost my belief in prayers for they move no mountains or molehills but has not lost its habit of recognising miracles placed in its way.
It once knew how to fly past the countless mazes even though that meant it had to carry charred wings throughout its later life. It knew how to live without a word of love or encouragement and yet to look at criticism with equanimity.
Now, I have lost my belief in prayers for they move no mountains or molehills but has not lost its habit of recognising miracles placed in its way.
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