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On A Hill Top

The tormented soul had been yearning to liberate itself, 
From the cruel shackles that were too heavily bound on its delicate feet.
The poor soul had the awakening that  liberation needed a pious earning.
Of course, that was something terribly lacking.
On a distant hill top she knew  resided the piety where there lived otherwise a fragile hope.
 The hope was an angel incarnation. 
Angel, the incarnation; the soul knew was constantly on guards.
Alas! getting even a fleeting glimpse of
That soul satiating angel so far wasn't the fortune of the wandering soul.
Though it couldn't deny that for a while a few months back she had quenched the thirst of its doleful eyes by savoring the divine angel's sight.
All it had wanted was to lock that sight that very instant forever and ever but soul was too earthly and soon realized that for that it needed to be blessed. 
Alas! That couldn't be and the beautiful sight was soon misty and finally transformed into a shade of grey.
Since, that meeting with its better version the poor soul had thrice tried and had been on that hill top to wander by chance on the way where once had walked the hope.
At fixed hour, it would move out of its shell and keep her feeble eyes glued towards where its angel dwelled but lady luck was in no mood to smile and favor and everytime made it recede with empty hands.
Though, for a moment it did felt, dreamt or hallucinated that at a distance its angel was all smiles and was going far and far from the poor soul's skies to fill hues of rainbow in some other lamenting one's skies.

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  1. Reena NagpalDecember 5, 2022 at 7:56 AM

    Beautifully penned down

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  2. Nomadic SoulDecember 21, 2022 at 1:30 PM

    After a long wait a masterpiece arrives !! Wander how you are able to capture the essence and depth of such emotions that are so pious... You are gifted writer and your words provide healing touch to the soul with such delicate emotions penned so beautifully. God bless you.

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