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The time has come,
I knew it would one day,
the new bells of freedom are chiming harder than ever,
the fresh air, I breathe of independence,
that I had not before.

The time has come,
I knew it would strike upon me,
the old chains of monotony have cut me slack,
the crux of ignorance had broken free,
that were holding me back.

The time has come,
I knew it would end all my worries,
it has scooped me up from the vileness of the crowd,
has let me fly high in the sky,
apart and away from the despicable.

The time has come,
I knew it would bring me the dawn,
and awake upon me the probity that life has in store,
has separated me from the binds of commitment,
making me buoyant in happiness.

The time has come,
I knew it would bring the biggest smile on my face,
and ward the detriments off my memory,
has made me jaunt to subvert the paradigm,
the time has come for the greater good,
the time has come for a change!


  1. hey gayathree thats a good change. Welcome the changes accept them coz change is the only permanent thing in our lives!

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