Steep road
curves galore
the pain of walking,
so generic,
so much of commonality
of being lost in the crowd
still the energies gathered
and priorities made,
consciously to show case
all the instincts,
soaked in self-centeredness
and I,me, mine!
the traits of disqualification
made to qualify everything
except goodness and warmth
the road to conscience,
anyways
always there, right there
not being satisfied following
the herd!
the light amidst darkness,
may be there
at the end of the tunnel
or instantly in a craving heart,
in a surrendering soul
or in a path sans ignorance.
Kamakhya
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Beautiful poem as always
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Thank you Bella so very much.
Blessed times. 😊
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