A grain of sand held ransom
by the faintest whiff of wind;
Launched, the headless doesn't know its destination.
A bird flutters it wings to fly;
It lands to catch a worm
Myopia overrules pleasure, flight remains hidden.
A weed laden garden awaits footsteps.
A kite flies on string in limitless sky;
Hands on the ground release its thread; inch by inch,
till a gust of wind frees it from the clutches of gravity.
Grain rests at the crest of dunes.
The bird eats to fly far,
Weeds vanish, dewdrops attract footsteps.
The kite is freed, it flies beyond reach.
A boundless mind; like a candle
Lights dark alleys inside doubt,
Infinite destinations are suddenly reached,
A journey begins with a new tread.
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