By Kishan Gopal Shahu
This melancholy dapps me everytime
Though the ship in the middle of the ocean
Primed to drown
Through the hope to find and clinch the grown again
I see a barren land nowhere but so far
I could hold all these waves ,pull myself closer to there
As the ship breaks down ,the sail goes down
I flitter my hands and legs and my heart and my hope ,my wings,my eyes,my soul
Something is pulling me to drown everytime I hold on to one thread
As if something tied to my legs
And so it was,
the fear to be blown by the gusty winds ,
Left leg with the plank
Unassertive to what happens 'i am
I'm flittering
The ground is still nowhere,still it is somewhere
Should I untie the rope, ?
Gusty winds
Should I keep it?
I get drowned.
I will die , conspired
I flitter, Shall I die on the ground yet so far.
Shall I die ,I die hands spread on the ground.
Shall I die ,the water crushing me from from everywhere
I will die
flittering stopped.
By Kishan Gopal Shahu
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