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Jun 24
Lost in this darkness,
took the wrong turn.
Was it a mistake I made,
or just an adventure?

An impending tribulation awaits,
unperturbedly I move on further.
Faith in my sense of direction,
the path is still benign, I tread.

Pitch black, I might even be blind,
Or maybe I am stupid instead.
To go through something like this,
Without even a remote assistance.

So I took my favourite jar out,
flying around in it, a whole swarm.
Lighting up everything ahead,
I can definitely not trip down.

I know where I am going,
I am being helped. But I think,
I take their freedom in turn,
That needs to change, now.

"Let this be my last adventure,
you have done great", I say.
I open the lid of the jar,
out came all the tiny light bulbs.

Fly away dear ones,
I owe you the most.
But I must go alone now,
The onus is mine to endure.

All of them got out,
out of the jar they went.
I knew I'd be left with none,
In the jar. With me. None...
...but?
Aaditya
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Aaditya  26/M/Chennai, India
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