Stumbled into a deep chasm,
Narrow that it was,
All senses went into a spasm,
Dark that it was.
Thought how wonderful it was,
Flowing with the breeze,
The locks kept beating the air,
That was the ease.
The sail, a delight,
Left no cause to fight,
Alas, it disappeared in a flash,
And I was lying in a trash.
Hopping against the narrow walls,
Inflicting pain and injury,
I try to reach the light,
But lack the strength for the plight.
Lying in the pool of my hapless misgivings,
Now I think,
Flowing against the wind,
Is the real thing.
-- Mandeep
Singh
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