Now no one knocks
On the door.
The waiting is over.
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'Sun rays light up my room, Leisurely I watch from my cot A tiny, colourful bird Having a bath in water filled Earthen pot, squeal, flutter its wings And fly away. I too have somewhere to go, Another day, on my way No hurry, no worry. No one to ask Where, why, how… Now I just live in now'... These two stanzas together make excellent poetic brooding...they paint grey sketch lines firm on a wearing autumn canvas...nice work...10
A nice state of being to reach. Free at last to stay or persue. __Nice write. Baru Gobira
excellent mam...why wait for to be approved and applauded to sing our natural song