Monday, March 24, 2008

There is a way

There is a way
to get out of these prisons ,
there are footprints
asking you to follow ,
there are doors which are not locked ,
open them softly
without being heard ,
walk on your toes
without looking back ,
on and on
till a birdsong ,
rustle in the leaves
greets you and leads you
to a tree ,
to a grove
where you can
join the children playing
endlessly ,
where you can
sit down to just
be anything
and nothing ,
with the soft grass
cushioning you
and the blue sky
gazing at you .


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