Although uninformed of
Lost Hope's whereabouts
Friendless, I am its friend.
And its comforter.
Seen, heard, through that numb window's
Fawn in snow approach.
Gentle-eyed; gentle-toed.
Closer and closer.
caught in the midst of armed insurrection
refugees headed in wrong direction
milling about amid a mass shooting
walking the streets where people are looting
driving your car through the wrong neighborhood
saying aloud the dictator's no good
vulnerable amid a pandemic
target of politicians' polemic
despite race or religious persuasion
hard to outrun a non-stop invasion
makes no difference how well-intended
whereabouts will be that which is mentioned
not always easy to avoid the crime
of being in the wrong place at wrong time
Looking at the page of the book
I got to know where our tears went;
were vaporized in the air
Sublimated to be white crystals and snowed;
On a dim stage
These snows were transformed into human figures;
Dancing lightly and solemnly
In a ceremony of purification;
The universe
Wished all the tears of sadness to vanish away;
Wished all the tears sublimated and
All hope for the happiness is heard;
Appreciating the encounter with their dance
I stepped forward
physical whereabouts is,
a physical science
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is a physical whereabouts
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is a physical science
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I crossed the bridge of stars
Searching you
and found my dawn
and your dusk
On my way
I also found Billet-doux
like crushed roses
on white clouds
floating all around
with imperfect traipse
to fall back on earth
may be my love evaporated
with decapitate of soul
from body without carrying
true feelings of heart.
The unreached messages,
Intercepted signals and
Matrix tribulations
Is my cause of worry now,
I’m searching those lost messages
And searching your whereabouts
Capacities stand with stature and interests run free
But the mind is bedazzled and confused, forlorn
Is your whereabouts not your own concern?
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