Amidst deafening bellows,
Flight with daunting sorrows,
Thoughts boundlessly soaring
Over panoramic dreams.
In conquest…
To emancipate shadow
Imprisoned in dark burrow.
Soaring endlessly.
Piercing mountains,
Pervading terrains
Where prickling thistles are sown,
Hindering one's plight
With unsolicited blight.
Yet, one is the heart of hearts in flock,
Where everybody breathes
in one's breathing;
But, nobody cares,
No one, to help, dares,
The able-bodied, heartlessly stares.
Standing as mountain
Among mountains of decisions;
And, merged rock and water in unison.
In a cry of among deep cries,
Sadness among several sadness,
Gentle but firm where sense pervades…
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