Things seen as actions and deeds, they bind me,
And be praised for works done;
They merely serve to deter and disturb my vigilance.

All things seen or felt are the products of the fickle mind;
I know them to draw me away
From my simple life: A life of child-like simplicity.

Here, I am left to extract a blade of grass from its sheath;
I am made to expose my traits
And seek the company of an elusive unthinkable.

by Ravinder Kumar Soni

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