We're aware
We're aware that between us there's
A haze of ignorance
Our steps but tread the path of our search
...
They come to see us
In the company of winds and rains
Their whispers are heard
Besides the doors
...
Some flowers here are mine
Write these on the trees
Some dreams here are mine
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Don't take us for the wall itself
For when the earthen plank behind the wall
Gets soaked through
We'll let the sorrow of burdonsome wetness
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A dream
I have to write
On the wooden slate
Of a child
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Bullet or a bomb
Both are blind and numb
Wall or a roof
Body or a soul
...
Far, far away is my village!
Where fireflies of my childhood
Still glow in thick folliage
Of Pipal trees.
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Had ocean been my confidant
I'd have given it
All of my truths for safekeeping
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Dreams are but faceless
Eyes alone are a visible feature
And eyes indeed
Have a quaint crowd
...
In the sunbathed expanse of the sky
Birds were on the wing
Now lost in the quaint net
Of limetless space
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