One bright morning I was rolling and rolling
On the smooth surface of a field
When I was a child
And felt something which later changed
Me
And my life,
entirely!
Today that I recall
If I get a fall
What! if I am hanged
And keep falling…
One day I was thinking on matter and life
Sitting on a low bench
In a park lush green
And as a child I felt
Today that I recall
If I fall into deep sleep
And that is, too, without my knowledge
And never ever get up and come back again
What! In the space if I am stuck
And keep rising…
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