Nikunj Sharma - @ REALIZE @

The eyes that spoke one day
are silent now, like a limpid moon
that has lost it's motion
to a dark flying monster.

The hands that waved one day
are pressed to the sides now;
Like a soldier created out of
clay, allowed only one stance.

Confinement changes hands as
my answers fail to hold ground.
My conscience rotten like driftwood
washed ashore, useless and irrelevant.

Hands must move if bridges
have to be built, for distances are the
Essence of a fruitful journey.
I happily pick an unfinished one.

Nikunj Sharma

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