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 time wasters
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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