It’s often also noticed,
From the shackles on the psyche
The embodied mind tries to break free
Thirsting for the unknown and
In search of a mysterious hope
The instincts are on a perpetual spree
Along the way,
On the path of life
The flowers that have bloomed blithely
Which of these do I filch,
To adorn it in the mind precisely
Am afraid,
Have no inkling of this complexity,
Unravelling it, perhaps too naive to know
Whom to embrace as the beloved and
Whose affection to forgo
Raza's Random Thoughts 
I can imagine an old wise man or woman saying that to a youngster whose trying to navigate through life.
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Haha. Well we all go through such dilemmas at some point or the other in life. The writer could well be going through this confusion himself and he need not necessarily be an old wise man. Anyways, it was an interesting comment and that too coming from an exceptionally talented writer like you is a wonderful feeling.
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Your comment made me smile! Thank You ❤
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Good to know that I could make at least one individual smile. Looking forward to read more poetry from you end.
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