The way goes to my house
Is looking empty
The exterior walls of it
Are telling that
It was a vacant place to live.
The silence is listening here
My unutterable speech
I have to start my journey
Because
My expectations
Are leaning closer on me.
The bravery of bees
Is sleeping,
The ants are on vacations,
I've to toil alone
Mark a point of decipher
With or without mercy.
Is looking empty
The exterior walls of it
Are telling that
It was a vacant place to live.
The silence is listening here
My unutterable speech
I have to start my journey
Because
My expectations
Are leaning closer on me.
The bravery of bees
Is sleeping,
The ants are on vacations,
I've to toil alone
Mark a point of decipher
With or without mercy.
Dr. Ashutosh
Pic courtesy: Patricia Picardi
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