Wednesday, 27 November 2013


In the paths of shaken identity
Far away from the woods of the wanderlust
Where those little birds nested and hatched
Where the jumpy rabbits reclined in joy
And the deer recollected
Is the same path that I met you actively gait like a peacock
As I was walking aimlessly and trouble troubled
In search for a life
Never to waste myself with the natives
And since the discovery telecasts have turned the pages afar
For you is all I want untimely and ultimately desire
And from the jungle to the mountains we can seek a haven
Till nature pleases the traces of its fate

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