The Dilemma

O free me...

Shackles of indolence holds me tight,
Free me...
O free me, from its might.

Whispers waft with tittle-tattle,
Free me…
O free me, from gossipy battle.

Thoughts run in direction minacious, 
Free me…
O free me, give feelings gracious.

Freedom from my rancorous self,
Free me…
O free me, let me be of other’s help.

Freedom I seek to transform the evil in me
Free me…
O free me, with equanimity so I can see!

Shristee

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