When I use to walk alone on the way to my home
I use to see the same things again and again!
Couldn’t see much difference, even in my mind
It gets bored and giving an impression, Am I static?
I crossed quarter of my journey, yet to move a long way
I crossed so many barriers to reach here, surprise!
With lots of difficulties which never stayed in my mind
Still I have in my mind, Am I static?
When life starts to embrace to a new fold
I though, things will start afresh, yet no surprises!
Minute changes gathered over along distance
Now, I should say, whether am I static?
Will be observed over by the audience, not by the actor in charge
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