As Tiny Soul
Turn me into plant, or
The meanest flower of grass;
Or, bird of sky color,
Dye me with your own brush.
This world is not for me,
Where people ever strive;
But, live like a zombie,
Neither dead nor alive.
Dilemma I just feel;
Time steals time as a thief,
Moving as giant wheel,
I drink the glass of grief.
I want to stay unseen,
As tiny soul of earth.
Long to be part of green,
Taking again new birth!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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