Some walk like a shadow
Even they are not though
The heart full of their thoughts
Like a line breaking into dots
The mesmerising spring
The desperate simmering
Like something trying to bring
The lost and those hammering
But the ultimate silence is the truth
Of those who never met of their couth
That lead to somewhere with hunch
To feel the silence of those touch
The life's glittery mornings
Someday, will somebody make charming
--Aditya Rai (Poem Woods)
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