The Idle She

I was stuck at my idleness 

The very arduous path to be faced 

The cage where the soul was captivated 

And the self was held, hostage 

The potentials were at stake

And intelligence was venomed with waste 

The worst place to be valued and stayed 

Purposelessness was hitting the dumb me 

Yet heart was entrenched to dissipate momentous me 

The surrounding was progressing to desirable gain 

And this trivial was relishing in the indolence’s pain 

The tasks were burdening this inactive shoulder

But the ego was firm to be reluctant and as a holder

As the door of idleness was acting a betrayer 

Being slothful was labeled as an immense phobia,

By the false me  

But worshipped by the genuine self warmly 

I was fighting this very enemy of mine with chained hands, 

Smiley me 

Embracing the foe was not my intention 

But the weak me was begging for its glee 

Losing the battle was not in my manners 

But the traitor me was giving safe way to thee

You! O reasons of idleness had killed the feeble me 

As I had provided you with the moment of attacking me

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