No word nor sound invite me-
On lonely streets I tread,
To find the truth behind me
And ponder about reality ahead.
No look nor glance provide me-
On barren lands I tread,
To discover the famine inside me
And quench the thirst I dread.
No gesture nor signal beckon me-
On déjà-vu paths I tread,
To promise this aimless world to me
And lose myself in its spread.
No joy nor pain move me-
On heartless roads I tread,
To secure the child inside me
And all her fears i behead.
No street nor the world please me-
As I wander and wander ahead,
To comprehend these walls around me
Before I have my destiny read.
Dolashree. K. Mysoor
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