Varun Rao

Today as i sit below a statue of gold,
Colour of a Buddha's adorning.
I watch the sky change shades.
Lightest blue to the lightest pink.
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Like a rain that causes a flood,
Is an unspoken word.
Like the seed of fear,
Is an un-cried tear.
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Every tear so beautiful.
It captures my very soul.
Drops of pain or drops of gain?
In wonder, I am in vain.
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The day has been pushed.
A silence is falling.
Birds chirp their last chirp,
Before all of nights calling.
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For the mountains are tall,
Where I feel so small.
The Rocks have faces,
Inscribed in places.
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Starting for something new.
In store lies what?
Have I a clue?
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From the mountains above,
An endless journey.
To be a part of a bigger story.
Is this your calling?
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Mother, mother. Why are we so poor?
How can i tell you?
Tell you, it is not my choosing of the way we live, or
Our blood line descends, can we ascend?
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Roll on, little wagon on wheels.
To a new place, I release.
Roll on, little wagon on wheels.
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Sun has laid out pink,
Carpets for nights honoring.
Dusk be the moment,
A dark slowly falling.
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From a deep un willful slumber,
Her eyes opened for the last time.
Everyone did those eyes wait for.
Last words,
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Why? Can't I put on a mask?
Easy as that.
A perfect cataract.
Another shade, another face.
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A ray of white,
She called out to me.
Amidst nights cloak,
She called out to me.
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Once I heard a plant cry.
Tear after tear, in sorrow,
Yet she mistily.
Rapt and alone,
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Cages, cages open your door's,
Let everything flow..
Let everything flow.
Hold nothing within,
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Through ice and snow,
Where roads are but memories.
I took the long way home.
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Just a little voice
An architect of a smile.
In days as dark as night.
Heart of no hatred, but humble light.
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