I walk with my soul.
I walk
with my Soul
tiptoed like a
sepoy
converse with liberty
measuring an immeasurable
vast
distance and vista,
but my
companion , guide
more alert reads my past
births : a
karmic dictum,
births
and deaths like gyrating
waves ,endless singing
a rhythm,
drops me by
a tree,
my soul envisages
me
to be shady plant :
in a
metamorphic mode
I am lying a
seed.
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