UNDER A SUMMER TREE
Under a summer tree, I set to pause for a short break.
I took some torn piece of paper in my bag,
Long hidden for any sake.
And set to make of some random ideas rolling in my mind,
A meaningful piece of me.
Amongst the crowds, for once I felt free
Freedom has a cost that no price can remunerate,
or fee.
All those walking around, I murmured
Where are they heading to?
Is there a common route leading to happiness,
Or is it just a matter of rhythmically going to and fro?
Could the folks be pursuing some invisible dreams?
Or are they running away from the fires of their desperate hopes?
Their unceasing inner screams…
And in between, I glanced and smiled
And just followed the stream…
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