The Journey
When a small butterfly asked me
To open the Window
I didn’t
When a man commended me
To open a window
I tried but couldn’t
I wanted to merge
Into a cloud
To fly to Her
Like a bird
A railway track lost in
nothingness
A road going nowhere
To find one self
One has to burn at stake
To think about your loved ones
Is like pondering inside lake
After losing sun to mountains
One becomes wide awake
2012-04-05
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