Near and Dear
I roam here and there
Asking everybody, ‘Who is dear? ’
Life or death, joy or sorrow,
Dark or light, friend or foe.
Day after day, year after year,
Time passes, none comes to near.
Many a gain and loss in life,
But I never lose my grip.
I welcome eightieth winter.
As moribund, still longing for answer.
Lastly someone whispers in my ear
That 'All are Near and Dear'.
When I open my third eye
Both sides of a coin I see.
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