Living in
a house, sans
a roof and walls.
You can touch
the dark sky
with burning
fingers.
Nothing to give,
nothing
to take.
No transcending.
Your roots
were going very deep.
Blindfolded
you will lead
the vision.
A legless
search begins
to find the god.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 7th, 2020 23:54
- Category: Nature
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