I feel me in chains from all sides,
Yet find like dry leaf in hot wind
Thrown zigzag over time’s tapestry
Without a fulcrum to hold me tight.
No bit of space to maneuver my moves,
Yet thrown to new hole at every turn;
Like caged lion I struggle to wriggle out,
Only to bleed and exhaust will to fight.
I looked to horizons and its silver clouds,
Like winged angel I raced to reach there,
While my roots held me tight to earth,
And fell flat on earth, soiled and failed.
Neither East or West, or North or South,
Neither front or back, or above or below
Make any sense while I’m caged like this,
And find life dull exhaust of time’s drive.
Time is rugged path, full of ups, downs,
Sudden turns and twists, and rise and fall,
Where I’m mere car, unknown drives forth,
And time bestows fuel to run me somewhere.
Mere farthing dust in colossus of unknown,
Thrown helter skelter in time’s wild hests,
Crippled I feel, without my will or mind,
And sail like kite in uncertain infinite sky.
No goal posts to reach, no drive within me,
No dreams to carry and sail me through;
At unknown beckons I do run forward
Like laptops run on Operating Softwares.
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