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Limitations of Existance


My mind is ridden by questions when I am asked to introduce myself. 
I mean, Why do these hypothetical boundaries limit me or confine me to a particular area, to a particular hierarchy given a particular "TITLE", to a group of followers, to a nation, to a state or just to an extent of limitation. People say "You belong to..." But I know that I belong to 'me'. Me belongs to 'Limitless Thoughts". And thoughts belong to 'Fearless Action'. But Actions are limited, Thoughts are consumed and Me is condensed in this world of boundaries.
The people who say these are those who preassume their power to control a person or mainly a young mind and their authorities the superior and need to be followed by whom they want.
They govern the newborn minds and limit their way of thinking. They limit their mind to think freely. Before the man is on a mission, guns are raised over his head, right to shot his creativity. These ideas are passed from generations to limit their minds. The great dilemma of mine is "birth but with limitations, thoughts but condensed due to boundaries". I regret that my birth is in a society that believes and follows these unreasonable laws. Let "me", thrive in this world without any limitation. Let these thoughts influence all without discrimination. Let my actions defy the "Existence of Limitations"
            
                                                                                
                                                                                      -Sasai Chandra Kumar
SORRY:
Sorry to all my audience that I had to stop for a while. I had to discontinue my blog but for some time. Now I am back again. I will surely complete my sequel "BETWIXT". So, keep awaiting and support me...
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