Discontent
Submitted By: Ashlesha mathapati
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Get a job you love it would be fulfilling they said, I got one, after some days when the love faded and the job remained I asked them again Become an artist it would be fulfilling they said. I became one, put may heart and soul into my paintings and when the passion died only paint remained on my hand. I asked them again Become a writer they said, When I ran out of words only feelings were left behind. This time I did not go back to them, I sat at the window before my cluttered table to only realise that it was not my work that was unfulfilling it was my mind that was discontent!
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