Meditation—
living long but failing
to live wide
says Seneca we are
fugitives from ourselves
the busyness
and weariness of now
we toss about
regulating our sleep
by one another's
love or hate
what others dictate
weget duped
our time lost, without
inner wholeness
- R.K.Singh
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