The drumbeats of life
Amidst the echoes of strife
I tip toe above earthly systems
Taking a peak beyond its horizons as a sprouting stem
Flickers of thoughts
Shown on faces sought
Alas! Man is bound by questions
Length, breadth, height of mind extensions
My poetic journey I lay
On strait paths lest I stray
W.B Yeats be my witness
His words have I sniffed as burning incense
O’er the earth have I flown?
Where flickers of thoughts are forever shown
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