Death
Mind like a nomad travels
Blurring distance
Mind like a rabbit travels
Covering meadows
Mind like an imprisoned beast
Gnaws at the walls of
Decorum, propriety
Mind like a soul possessed flutters
In the evening air!
You reach a nowhereland
Meadows turn into deep
Death gorges
But mind travels
Ceaselessly, ignoring
Insult and injury ...
Connecting with souls
Imprisoned for decades
Devoid of fresh air
To breathe, fresh water
To drink, in this prison
Of the world
Souls decay
And you gasp for air
Full of particulate matters
And one day you
Cease to breathe!
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