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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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