What tires a traveller
more than his ardous journey
and the millions of steps yet to take;
are the simplest of choices that he has to make....
Standing at such a point,
my heart is lost and listless;
Oh! woe is my emotional being
unable to trigger my unsung songs
How, for EVERYTHING, my heart longs....
Could I suck in every rose's fragrance?
Could I dance to every single tune ?
Could I slep on every blade of grass?
Could I lose myself in every mind's dune?
UNSUPERVISED Thoughts #4
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