one walks, eats, sees things and their offspring
deals with what has to be done and sharply blunt
the broken vacuum cleaner, making the dinner
writing orders to mabel, washing, bookbinding and reading the novel
then one chase the freedom, that too out of boredom
one moves and moves away, to smell the loneliness clay
sitting there by a lake, one lights up the flame
one wanders with stillness, even darker than the darkness
they just left me here, now i have to go where
the water flows, sun rises and comes the morning surprises
one cooks the morning meal to **** the hunger ordeal
Lahsa was one's choice, one eats and rejoice
kissing the green grass, one adores nature's class
holding compass in one's hand, one sees the forest grand
peace was one all needed, happiness only one greed
outward stress all burned, one peacefully returned
