Ignorant
I am moving nowhere,
But not strongly rooted,
Everyday I roam to distant experiences,
Greet people and try to behold through their eyes,
Every eye tells different versions of the same tale.
My interactions are futile,
They lead me one step ahead,
But then I fall down,
In the canyon of ignorance,
Began to perceive,
Nothing is known to my mortal sense.
By: Khushi Joshi
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