Grown in years and wisdom.. Oh to be wise...
the air that I breathe..
the thoughts that I think..
the dreams that drift...
the ongoing drum beats..
the passage of seasons..
the changing of the moon..
nothing do I fully understand..
all I know.. is what I cannot ignore
yet, I run, I hide, I deny..
Inspite of having grown in years.. oh.. to be wise..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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