Some times.....

Sometimes I become empty like a moistureless cloud,
Which can give a motion, a beauty but no rain.

Sometimes I become a featherless cuckoo,
Which can sing, entertain but can’t fly.

Sometimes I become a stopped fountain,
Which has water, sound but can’t flow.

Sometimes I become someone,
Which has life but not me.

But then times are there,
When I become what I want.

I become a dancing sea,
Which has energy, motion and unseen beauty.

I become a mountain,
Which is gigantic, unmovable and unfathomable.

I become a true man,
Who has a soul, a goal and the will.

At last I managed to become me

Bye,
Truly
Abinash

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