Go Wild

Go Wild long poem

Uploaded by Sanika Alwa


A Naked soul once thought
how it would be to be wild?
To be dressed by the ambitions
and fantasies all colorful ,
it couldn’t wait to shine.

Listen to your soul when it
calls for your attention,
listen to what it aspires,
do not dull its newly found shine
and do not let it expire.

Be like the characters you admire
in a book.
You may think it’s only a story which
won’t come true.
But then,our life too is a story,
just the author is you.

Explore the places you have always wanted to,
roam in clear skies,
when you are free from the strings you are bound to,
you won’t feel gloomy even in the nights.

You are not a bird in a cage
neither is your soul the same.
For your thoughts are free to travel far,
then why this rage?

Hear the soul of nature,
go wild like the wind,
fierce like the rain,
smooth like the water
and then your soul will be a
free creature.

Wear what you like,
embrace the charm,
indulge in your craziest dreams,
once in a while,there is no harm.

what people think?
oh that’s not what you should think.
They have brains,so do you.
Let them judge and it shouldn’t even
bother you a blink.

Do what you do the best
let no one come in between.
Because it is always you and your soul
who will last till the end,
and it is better to be happy
rather than to moan.

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With writing, comes that peaceful feeling you get when you look at the waves rolling or when you see the sky showering.
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