The Search Poem by Ayan Roy

The Search

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A parched soul
Looking for a watering hole,
Cannot find a drop, withers away.

A tumbleweed
Drifting across the sands,
Cannot find an oasis, moves on.

A lamp
Looking for the shadows,
Cannot find the dark, turns off.

The past
Searching in the present,
Cannot find itself, dies out.

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