Apartness
There are six persons at home:
Four walls, a roof and I.
The dark night is a friend of mine,
White bright day is also my mate.
There are six persons at home
Walk following my dark shadow,
They listen to the sound of my careless footsteps.
On the paper of blue sky let me be an art as a bird,
Let me be a dewdrop on the beautiful curved rainbow.
There are six persons at home:
Four walls, a roof and I.
© 2020 Sannyasi Raja