The elusive
Oftentimes,
I read.
Words woven
as stories, ideas,
beliefs.
Knowledge,
a cage.
My eyes look at the stars,
My feet feel the dewdrop;
with the organs within,
without, I live every
moment of life,
in its highs and lows.
But I know
the elusive truth,
beyond all bondage
lies beyond books,
nature trails, and tales
of birth and death.
© supratik 2023
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