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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.