‘‘In Quest Of Struts’’

The days I was young

Are getting older with me

The warmth of loving arms

Are getting colder like a sea.


So foolish I am, asking the sky

where you’ve lost the dark clouds

That scared me of droplets in my bed

But close to hands, they liked the shouts.


I dreamt of clear light to see the smiling faces

The silent air to hear the birds singing in the trees

No steps on the field to touch the green morning dew

All the seasons coming together to smell all the breeze.


The days, the arms, the clouds, the dreams all now far apart

The struts keeping them together have now fallen down the sea

As I have sailed in quest of them since long days, nights, and hours

The cold waters and the roaring waves like the sharks are biting on me.

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