Thursday, 31 December 2015


Walking the streets of this dingy town

I'm just a man of the way

I have nothing further to seek

I have nothing left to lose

The sky is my roof

And the grass is my bed

The clouds are my companions!

They too  just  come and go

My sandals are worn out !

My head is bald; my beard is gray!

Unfettered but concerned!

Engaged but unattached !

I m just glad i walked this way !

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