Race of mortals
make me least to compete
let me let go
of the things I once possessed
a feel of being with
the material world
Is that I was born with?
I live not to adhere,
inhabiting it,
but not be fixed.
I wish for things
which lose charm
in just change of face
I mourn over subjects
who are immortal in true self.
possessing everything
I wanna continue my life
but let that be
without being possessed.
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