As I stare out of the window,
Resting on the cool earthen surface
Reflections flush my mind
And desires flood my heart
The sweet nothings of the parrots
Cause me to steal a glance
And ripples tickle my puckered lips
As thoughts come and diffuse
How meandering life is
How fragile our grip on it
What is to become at the end of it
One hardly can perceive !
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