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Winter Waters

Raj Sanjay Shah 2017A7PS1181P

On the dusk of a cold frosty winter.
At the forlorn edge of a precipice.
Into the chilling winds and the misty highs.
Above the sinking seas and the million why's?
A lone question plagues my mind.
I stare ahead, searching; the answers to find.

"I have a home, but I'm homeless.
I have bones, but I'm spineless.
I have a heart, but I'm soulless."

Along these lines, I wonder,
think, contemplate, ponder.
Memories of my good days.
The eyes glazed, my heart far ways.

I had a home, I remember,
A pair of welcoming hands.
I had a spine, I recollect,
A bunch of supporting friends.
I had a soul, I reminisce,
More I cannot say,
Those infinite pieces all given away.

On the night of a cold frosty winter.
At the sepulchral edge of a precipice.
Into the biting breeze and the hazy highs.
Above the senescent seas, beneath the obsidian skies.
A ray of hope flashes through the mind.
I look to the heavens, the one who is kind.
"Show me the path, Oh great one!
A basket full of moonlight perhaps.
And illuminate my way home."
Along these words, I quit,
Surrender, succumb, I submit.
At the secluded rock, I wait.
For the judgement of fate.

On a night of cold frosty winter,
At the morose edge of a precipice.
Into the icy stills and the murky highs.
Above the senile seas, beneath the sombre skies.
An astounding conception, a glimpse through the mind.
The waters and me, by destiny we bind.
"The world is a balance, I realise.

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