I am wasting my time
thinking of it
leaves of sallow lines.

I have to wake up
in the words of the song
humming in me for years
what I have gained
what I have lost
my mind is engaged in this.

I need to write a new book
ignored words inked from the rainbow
shelved feelings of blooming flowers
neglected force of streams from the cliffs
a book that is so simple and right
truth alone, all along the ride.

I can sense the dawn
stealing in from the backyard
take me to the unknown.

A tough job ahead
to free me from the false chains
tiring my legs
unknot the phony rope
crowning my head.

© supratik 2023
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