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I know,

This appointment was scheduled

Before I was born.

I had to report: “I’m alive”

And then go…

That colossal with reflecting windows

I inured to when and how.



So, I stepped- one step ahead-

No suit and tie required!

The burst inside me,

The thirst excited me and

I was not alone in the riot.



Tic-tac, tic-tac

Please, stop that clock!

And let me sight this, please…



The flow did grow with every step-

I jumped through two or three;

The lady on the second floor,

She said, she knew my destiny…



I climbed ahead, then more and more.

The group of men I met below,

Just rolled beside me in bizarre turmoil.



On my way I grew

With book or two

In search of “seeping- why?

The past that goes, went where?”

And who am I?

To run- I didn’t care.

That beaming light,

Pouring from above

Bleached my hair…



I couldn’t breathe

I gasped for air;

Until,

You see,

The endless puzzle

Of craft of life,

And you are just the missing piece;

And then again,

Before

Your assigned door-

You find your peace…