Only a portion I keep
To thy vast stretch
Many a times, I
Point my dream fingers
At thy corner's depth, and
Often come out, oblivious
To my dreams
Daily you pick me
My tattered heart
Daily I fold my hands
In an ocean flow
Heaving down the dingle.
Is this not thy reality
Plucking eternal feed
How can I harm thee
If, in chance; you
Meet my road
Powerless freak, that
I become, and
You shine,
By my eternal pyre!
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