All life
I drew familiarity within me -
of my relationship with my family
with my friends, the nature, the sky
the burning sun, the silvery moon,
the temples, the mosques, the churches,
the pain, the pleasure, and all
the nights and the days
Yet, I know not the count of my senses
if ever it was
to check my bearing on life
that I was born with
My familiarity drew a drought
at the end
Desert to my wishes -
An ash
All went drifting away
like a mound on a higher space
Nothing resonated, nor
to pledge my familiarity
I was self proclaimed Deadman
buried somewhere into the dent of outer space
Away from the sounds of familiarity, that
These earthy people are proud of -
In language, arts and crafts
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