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Hurdling reasons

Amandeep Singh

20 Jan 2026 — 1 min read

m a creature of habit,
Filled with desires.
I run towards the flashiest bling,
Even though it is on fire.
Knowing well the burns I’ll gain,
I still yearn for what pleases me,
And not the will that will save me.
Yet I care for the luster it offers ,
And the betrayal it brings in vain .
I will hurdle the trust of reason,
For the thrill it churns in every season .
I will drive my soul to treason ,
If and only if it seals me in its prison .
Even though I desire the pyre,
I still hope my attire will change.
The one that holds me in my place ,
And keep my desires cold to carry my hay,
And not the blame I bear for all my way.

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