Leaf on breeze circles around the lamppost,
Un aware of the honking and traffic below.
So peacefully it floats and swims,
Un aware of the running and barking below,
So engrossed in its rhythm creating a music,
Unaware of the beggars fighting below.
I so wish to be free like the leaf,
Unaware of the worldly desires and expectations.
But the leaf is dead, and I am not yet.
Un aware of the honking and traffic below.
So peacefully it floats and swims,
Un aware of the running and barking below,
So engrossed in its rhythm creating a music,
Unaware of the beggars fighting below.
I so wish to be free like the leaf,
Unaware of the worldly desires and expectations.
But the leaf is dead, and I am not yet.
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