Wayward, Are You?
Lords creation,
Supreme
Realised.
Acknowledged.
Is Supreme.
Hither, Thither, Wither
Goes
Knows Not?
Where he goes
Still goes.
Ambushing paths
Ought not be tread
But
With contempt, treads
As if, else, no one will tread
Else, no one will tread.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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