by Megha's World

“Ignorance has always been the weapon of tyrants; enlightenment the salvation of the free.”
—Bill Richardson

My crestfallen soul
roams around
with a dejected look
waiting to get entwined
in your white moon
with pure serendipity

That dark cumulus
blocks my way and
tries to steer me away from
the path to redemption
and pushing me
in the deep abyss of
pain and hunger
I’m so drawn towards you
pushed and shoved by my feelings
trampled by my thoughts
unable to
walk even a step
getting crushed in this
staggering on broken feet
in this mass exodus
I run blind
with light stuffed in
hallowed eyes
hanging from my sockets
and bent back
and bony fingers
I’m running towards you;
slowly and surely
I’m running towards you,
My Polaris.


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