In the morning
we walk down and then turn right and then left
Our feet
Falling to a rhythm
And the sun
slants and makes patches on the path
and we step
and let our feet rise and fall and rise and fall
We are bound by an unseen fate
To repeat and carry on
Much the same as the day before
But it still feels like freedom
And the sky still opens out to us
With arms widespread
Welcoming and wide
In the morning
we run

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Samiksha Joshi

Samiksha Joshi

A stray arrow in a big big world, hoping to be bang on target sooner or later.
A relentless seeker of the self!