Life speaks.....
Like God’s panoramic sweep of His
Umbrella, vast, unfolded,
ever wide, ever opened,
I am, what if in U.K or U.S.
Or India , I move on, look up,
look back, sides, with my unstinted
glass of unique vision, try to beckon
you too, before me standing bewildered,
offering , you a cup of therapy free,
Unbounded, you refuse to catch it up,
hounded by fleeting group of desire,
weltering in stygian cave,
stubborn like stubs of thimbles,
getting pricked up, bleeding ,
blood clots hanging around,
what can I do? I go on, away,
there is someone, sane and sanguine,
to shake hands with me.
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