Morning
On the path when the broken twigs burn,
the sun rules the world,
barriers collapse,
chains dissolve.
Looking at them,
so small, so indistinct,
in the struggle, in gloom.
Floods upon me, the brightness,
freedom is near.
The game of life is far away.
Nobody knows me,
a faint line of sand,
along the river flow.
Copyright © Bidhu Patnaik | Year Posted 2013
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