When I arose, I could
Ne’er find the same me.
I searched like a mad man
Craved to cling back
To the same me.
In vain the effort;
Only to find –
A new me.
In that agony,
My sleeves got wet with tears.
My cry:
Like that of a new born, at same
Like that of a dying man.
As time passes-by,
The sound of my cry ’came gentile
And tears sticky.
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