The thirsting Soul inside each man br Is unique in its mould craving br For its own imagined goals br Unfettered by barriers it is allowed br To build its own Kingdom fair br With its rules as just as it thinks br Sometimes a clouded mind br May include a moat, a fort br And prejudices few thrown in br Whatever is imagined it is so br Within each ones mind br The idealistic imagined world br Is alone, Isolated, undisturbed br Remaining free and unconquered br Each Soul remains an uncrowned king. br But, from childhood we find br We are unable to establish br Our rules in reality – Father br He refuses and disapproves br Mother raises her objections br Teachers want us to keep quiet br Not just our enemies we find br Even our friends want their way br Each step in life is caught between br Obstacles and opportunities br Situations beyond our control br Clash of each ones inner rules br Leads to chaos in reality! br Some Souls want to rule the roost br Some just want some peace br All opt for some easy compromise br All other than the lonely poetic Soul br Silent observer sensitive to all br Be it people, nature, experiences br Both physical, mental or sublime br Unable to compromise he remains br Athirst in the desert waiting br For the early morning dew br To quench his thirst upon br He remains true to the dream br Which he holds in his heart br Sitting by the busy street of life br He cries out his wares – Free! br Free! ! Wisdom and Truth for all! br He cries to an unheeding crowd.