pOEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA
Where am I, what am I?
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I feel
weak and tired,
Despite the
indomitable will,
Fight back
with vigor,
My mind
vague and empty ,
Drawn at
times to globe around.
Days have
fled, youth has gone,
Fresh
skin has deserted ,
Color merged
with dried skin,
Tedium of
past, old age, taps
In all
its unyielding pressure.
Fly above,
fly high, fly more
Into zones worth exploring,
While tedium
and vex move
A pressure
to combat further
Till all
application proved futile.
Bird dons
apparel of freedom,
Freedom flies with unchecked speed,
Into global
realms of joy
Into realms
of vast vistas,
Realm to
be explored further.
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