I walk in search of...

I walk alone lost in silence,
now my mind calm and serene,
at times depressed and frightened.
My mind's play ocupies me all day,
yet my heart steers me tenderly
leading me away from fear, which
does not exist, but is imagined to be.

I walk with love that shines forth from
everywhere, rooted deep within me,
Searching for which I walk in haste, not
knowing that I am the cause and effect.
Halting at the foot of the almighty I realize,
the joy of being that which I had longed for.
knowing not what I want, I walk in search of...

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Forest of mighty old trees

Raising high to threaten the skies stand in attention, soldiers in rows. Their green heads swaying wildly brown arms open wide trapping light. Bursting out of mighty rocks arise the might banyan trees. Roots digging deep in to earth seeking water among rocks. Peels of bark stripped out by elephants that roam about. Tiny nests adorn their crown feeding creatures all around. Primitive men to tribal folks rested under its shady leaves. Lives on this silent witness watching evolutions fold out.

Native to this land

Dogs native to this land, high spirited friends of man. Love to be on their own, thriving in cities and farmland. Long forgotten by men of this land, roaming in groups along our streets. Shades of brown, black and white, with dirty paws and wagging tails. Alone they can never reside, with family and friends they prefer, forming groups, marking territories, ruling over streets and lanes. Never too rude and never too lazy, racing cars and chasing flies. Bathing in the warm sun all day, jumping into puddles of mud in gay. Give them food or water, ever faithful they will remain. Roaming all day long in the wild, returning back to rest by your side. .

Ball of fire

A ball of fire lights the sky, awakening the earth every glorious day . Rays of light energise the earth, Giving warmth with food to every form of life. Rose this red ball of fire, one fine morning awakening the birth of a red army, armed with a social ideology - "to each as per his need, and from each as per his might." Red, the colour of blood and anger, the colour of strength and bravery. Red, the bold gift from nature, to kindle mankind's socialist nature.

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