Ode to Faith



O faith, thou a relaxation from
Asphyxiated frets, so hectic and pale
Almost like deadly diseases some

Brain-stricken, restricting one’s gale.
Thou an aspiration, as reminiscence tireless
Of disregarded bud’s convincing tale

One among autumn’s hues formless
Born of numerous acts and scenes
Uncontrolled boundaries of happiness

O faith, hold thou precious means
Being the comrade perpetual
Let the belief breathe in betweens

Let me observe forever, the ritual, (E)
A retirement from the intellectual. (E

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