To be an I.A.S officer is my obsession
coz, i am crazy due to this fascination
this state of mind is not an infatuation
coz my heart says it will leads to fixation
eyes wide beside my dream, i will trace the path
over my profile, flicker and then die
no waxing swell of moon will press
its yellow ribbons through cracks
to aid my vision
the penance of still life says, the ghost in me remains
protecting what a furry, beyond legislated what
and rotting fence, where i have hidden everything
still the loyal faith in GOD and myself says
my obsession will result in fixation
the obsession, the obsession and the fascination
with all its bewitching might
conduit for reveries
and gently taunting madness of fixation.
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