Perhaps it’s kinder to live with no knowledge
And be content in the cage
Than to know it all
And not pour it all

It would be harsh to have it bustling
And neglect it without hustling.
More harsher to grow comfortable in the blankets of doubts
And ignore that tug at heart.
More harhser to ONLY TRY to get it out all right
When all it actually needed was a big fight

It would be tragic if this gift of greatness turn burden
And I live each day burdened
Weigh down, mightily handicapped by the harsh reality
Unable to cast it all off my shoulders
From me, greatness evaporating uncontrollably
Till the day I finally fall.

Please don’t let me die
With this great gift of thy
Please don’t let me die; an unfulfilled dream
Washed away from the shore of this realm
Don’t let me die, the same as I came
Rather let me depart with gain

It would surely be kinder to go back exhausted; all out and empty
Than back, a luggage full of untapped greatness; futility
Much kinder that eyes should close and blood stiffen with light of fulfillment at heart
And smile on lips for dues duly paid
And lines of square neatly met

So let me rather be a burnt offering;
Redemption to the world suffering
Smile, joy and pleasure to hearts
Fulfillment and inspiration to generations unborn
The torch bearer of darken souls
Rose to bring light to the farthest poles

Please don’t let me die, a victim of time
Whose great flight is on high
Please don’t let me die, a casualty
Cut down in the war between dreams and reality
Don’t let me die, the same as I came
Rather let me depart with gain

It's a good , emotional poem.

Thnx dear.

liznificent:
Perhaps it’s kinder to live with no knowledge
And be content in the cage
Than to know it all
And not pour it all

It would be harsh to have it bustling
And neglect it without hustling.
More harsher to grow comfortable in the blankets of doubts
And ignore that tug at heart.
More harhser to ONLY TRY to get it out all right
When all it actually needed was a big fight

It would be tragic if this gift of greatness turn burden
And I live each day burdened
Weigh down, mightily handicapped by the harsh reality
Unable to cast it all off my shoulders
From me, greatness evaporating uncontrollably
Till the day I finally fall.

Please don’t let me die
With this great gift of thy
Please don’t let me die; an unfulfilled dream
Washed away from the shore of this realm
Don’t let me die, the same as I came
Rather let me depart with gain

It would surely be kinder to go back exhausted; all out and empty
Than back, a luggage full of untapped greatness; futility
Much kinder that eyes should close and blood stiffen with light of fulfillment at heart
And smile on lips for dues duly paid
And lines of square neatly met

So let me rather be a burnt offering;
Redemption to the world suffering
Smile, joy and pleasure to hearts
Fulfillment and inspiration to generations unborn
The torch bearer of darken souls
Rose to bring light to the farthest poles

Please don’t let me die, a victim of time
Whose great flight is on high
Please don’t let me die, a casualty
Cut down in the war between dreams and reality
Don’t let me die, the same as I came
Rather let me depart with gain

I love it...i just kinda got sucked in to it

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I love it...i just kinda got sucked in to it

Thnx dear