My memory melts like a cube of ice,
My eyes become dry,
The fingers crave for something to clutch to,
The darkness dies!
Yet again I walk this path,
Yet again I commit the same sin,
Indulge in effervescence,
Delve into diligence.
I nod my head to say a NO,
Pack my bag,
And run for the shore….
I think of the sea,
And scribble in a piece of paper,
A B C C B A
I write,
Erase,
Re-write
And think of raising a cry.
I cherish a smoke with a book in hand,
Play with the ant which walks down my toes,
I count the eggs that hatch and that die,
And make it a point to tell them goodbye.
I sit on my knees,
Lost and worn away,
How longer do I need to travel
How many years, months and day?
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