Avarice consumes soul.Jealousy burns heart.So why humans cling to these two ?

When it comes to break the shackles fastening my feelings , then my sangfroid soul transmogrifies into a rambunctious wild creature.

A swanky attitude is the poet's soul.

I am not stubborn. Rather , I amnothing beyond a soul who can'tdare to rebel against her own inner    voice.

For concealing myself from the wicked eyes of melancholy I tightly hug reverie and melt into its fragrance on intertwining with it as a twinkling soul.