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Few Miles To Go


It is always I do
staring and staring
so hard and deep
till my eyes fall out.

My round eyes stand out
though they are  deep set
 controversial it might be
but it is true.

That has become my daily affair
 looking far into the horizon
 jumping over hedges and fence
 over to the infinity.

Should I attribute this to age,
 solitude, or to my reluctance
 to mix with society?
 I really do not know.

Days and months pass
 I turn into a hermit
 sitting amidst chaos
 far away in mind.

Like a river I flow
knowing  well I have
got few miles to go
 a few, before I sleep,