
Break the bond of custom.
From the prison of tradition,
Escape !
Delight not in your weakness.
From this imagined delicacy,
Escape !
From these self conjoured
vows of greatness,
Escape !
It too is bondage.
From love's bondage,
Escape !
Not only the thorn,
The flower too emasculate.
Rise my love !
You have to walk along with me...!!!
From the prison of tradition,
Escape !
Delight not in your weakness.
From this imagined delicacy,
Escape !
From these self conjoured
vows of greatness,
Escape !
It too is bondage.
From love's bondage,
Escape !
Not only the thorn,
The flower too emasculate.
Rise my love !
You have to walk along with me...!!!