Like a
Like the silent river I pass unnoticed within the bare reach of the trees.
Like the twilight I shine in the distant crease.
Like a thought I fill colors in your world of miseries.
Like dew I melt in sunlight’s seize.
I yearn for silence to configure the real me.
Coz I am as ill tempered as the German bee.
I am not your lies’ vendee.
And I need noise to sublime the anguished freeze
I am vast as the seven seas.
Atypical as the ‘no name keys’.
I am the fresh breeze,
I am the reprise.
I am the mountain wheeze,
As fickle as the cloud’s sneeze.
Call me what you like …
I don’t exist just to your appease
Call me what you feel
I shall always conceal
And be genteel.
My manners being puerile
I act on my ego ideal!
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