Lying as he is - Oblivious, on a dusty road of Fractured Earth, I see in him a look that is Not human. For he seems worried not About things he had not done Or regrets about his youth. Nor there is a choice, a hesitation, Etched into every fabric of his being. Amidst this burden of thoughts, These echoes of guilt and memories Like restless, unkind ghosts Haunts the corridors of my mind, There blooms an innocence, Like the fleeting grace of God, Unaware of his Purity. He being only a pup, afterall. Looking at him, it seems Universe revealed its secrets To me. But the world weeps Alone, still. ---------- SECOND VERSION Lying as he is - Oblivious, on a dusty road of Fractured Earth, I see in him a look that is Not human. For he seems worried not About things he had not done Or regrets about his Youth. Nor there is a choice, a hesitation, Etched int...