Running away from the self
Leaving the own past behind.
Trying to be lost in the world
If this soul could ever hide.
Brush up with similar beings
Enlivens the broken wings.
Trying to crush them futher
Forget if they even existed.
Dreams once the soul of life
Pinch on mere remembrance.
So difficult to separate them
Where lied the soul of this life.
Nice post, Neelam. Reminded me of a bird I once saw with a broken wing. It could not survive without help. People are like that. We get broken! We need to be there for each other. Thanks.
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