The path I have taken is not the voyage,
cushioned with unpredictable waves to age,
The path I have chosen is not the journey,
guided and protected with green and blue signs,
I don't know to fly and ascent to golden moon,
I don't understand the digital and analog spoons,
My wings are stuck between sternum and backbones,
My desires are imprisoned to a life sentence,
My closets have no keys to hide all my despairs,
I have ironed all my woes in between to look clean,
My designer' s shoes are made of tough lived hide,
My handbags are many; laced, zipped and latched,
The Unspent vault is filled with treasure,
armored guards are fixed to my flexible fingers,
How many alphabets I add to my name is my choice,
as long as my abbreviated desire show me the lucky stars..
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