How can I be free
From the stupidity
Of my hope, belief
And dependence on
The matter, my dear?
Excuse me, I am here
Counting night and days
One and one and witnessing
What is happening
With me and the consequences
Thereof I am facing alone.
Rain is coming, summer is coming
And I am living with spring
As You are here with me.
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What a writing Sir! Poem is an exprssion of mind! We write what our mind feels.