I am alone, I wait
Under my hairs of heir
For to make a decision
Should I move right or left
Left to the ardor of hope
Right to the weeping hollows
Parallel or vertical in circle
I am caught in a oval plane.

My watch is slow, I see
Around my land and people
I think to move from all
To the edge of death
I wish my time and clock
Be stolen and said
My child it's time up
Come, I am waiting for you.

abhimanyu kumar.s

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