People today
In the hope of security
Concentrate them into the small space,
Limit infinite chaos, wider occupancy, and horizon.
Poor creatures
Feel supreme, a balloon identity,
The moth, from the window-pane, mocks at
Your vulnerable and the gliding unending dreams.
Free hawk
Looks down wantonly
For the prey unhurried unlike the man
Knows his limitlessness into the big chaos and the blessing,
-Bhoj Kumar Dhamala
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Thanks,good observing.
thank you for reading me.
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