Friday, February 02, 2007

mukti

Desperately dangling midst some
travelling problem of mind all it matters.
Boringly walking high hills of hope
and down past vallies of dreams
unfulfilled. Handsome they said,
whein I marched in, only some
discouraging days in hands i carried.
Cherbs cannot sing no glory for
them i have been. Those bells do
ring but the cupid i have never seen.
Walking still for my bones they
don't rust and my mind not
a vintage vase. That mirror
laughs at the rugs I wear, yet
for them my shadow has the
pride. There's no beast that I
ride on, but my shoes they
envy upon. Zealously I
walk with those. They have
a word for people like me
FREEDOM they say.

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