Every passing day
A certain feeling engulfs me
That the very bliss dear to me
Is nowhere to be found
I try my best to
Reignite the old flames
But my surroundings
Are covered in haze
The reason is quite clear
As my mind is locked
Inside a cubicle of
Never ending tasks
Which is my only way
To earn a living
Not just for myself
But for those I care about
And as for my dear bliss
The string is still strong
Despite the strange haziness
Doing all I can
To keep it that way
But that certain feeling
Scares my heart and mind
For Lindy Low LeCoq’s Lens-Artists Challenge #175: “Follow Your Bliss”
Blog of Hammad Rais 
Deepest love and respect for you and yours, Hammad. A beautiful poem.
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Thank you so much for liking this, Anne-Christine 🙂
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Love can make you put up with all sorts of things, can’t it? I enjoyed your video and that pretty flower photo.
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Yes, that’s the power of love. Thank you very much for liking this, Janet 🙂
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What a lovely poem, but there are some things that we gotta do for our dear and dearest. But in time I believe that you will get to fulfill your bliss.Have a good day!
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Yes, I’m all in to do what I had to do for those who love as their love is my strength. Thank you so much for liking this 🙂
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I know that feeling of being stuck in a cubicle – I hope you are able to take pride in what you do for others.
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Of course I do!
Their love and care for me is the beacon for m life 🙂
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