Not to light a lamp never
Not to touch a river so deep
To drown for ever
All the time busy
To long for the nest
All through an urge
To get the best
To provoke a small fly
And burn the moth inside.
All the time a thud,
All at once a sweet pat,
To stir me the great moment
To aware me my present,
Past, my total faded
Steps everywhere.
Moushumi moushumi
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