The aging shadow assists the soul;

evaporating day brews the stream of thoughts

in its moist warmth,

fragrance of dreams frees the freedom,

in drifting sleep.

Senses ripen like cornfields,

forgotten desire waves, ruffles and yields.

The end unknown remains an unbound flight,

wandering lifelong after illusions of delight.

The path to return can no more be traced,

shadow grows longer and change;

crippled soul seeks assistance,

desires elope with forgetfulness

in varied cadence of awakening,

inflamed loneliness burns pride.

By Kakoli Ghosh

From: India

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