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.
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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 into every fabric of his being.
Amidst this burden of thoughts,
These echoes of guilt and memories
Like restless, unkind ghosts
Haunts corridors of my mind,
There blooms an innocence,
Like the fleeting grace of
God, unaware of his Purity.
Human heart, the fatal favour,
where grief wanders freely,
seeking sucor in embrace of time,
while the world spins on -
Indifferent. His primal soul
Lives, here and now.
He being only a pup, afterall.
Looking at him, it seems
Universe revealed its secrets
To me. But the world weeps
Alone, still.
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