Among heaps of fallen leaves? | A Poem
A Poem on daydreaming, overthinking
Where should I go
with a scattered mind, shattered pieces,
piles of questions, lakhs of thoughts,
with sleepless nights, with worsening circumstances?
Where should I disappear
with the flowing river, falling rain,
restless winds, wandering storms,
with the vast sky, dancing clouds,
with the rising mountains?
Where should I fall
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among heaps of fallen leaves?
Where should I dream beyond this world?
Where are the stars beneath the earth?
Where is the moon behind my window?
Where is a night filled with light, beside me?
Where are the walls that listen
to words, to emotions?
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Where is the beautiful flower growing among thorns?
Where is that innocent, unaware life?
Where is the running field?
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Where is the arrangement of a journey within patience?
Where is the city of kindness?
Where is the world of humans?
Where is the fountain of humanity?
Where is the cure for past sorrows?
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Remarkable body of workβ¦.this is true poetry
Is being lost where we find meaning? Or is it just the perpetual state the mind contrived ?