How far you can go
to remain dumb and dare
to become legless?
Show me the spirit
once. The streak,
the clouds.
I will leave my
footprints in rose-garden
for you to follow my scent.
Neighborhood of
stilts. I wanted to stand
erect in marshes.
The time shrinks,
when you grow old. Years
come and go with generosity.
Take off the frame
of your mind. I wanted
to read your last wish.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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