Traveler

Is man a traveler?
Is to come and go
His life?

One day
I too shall go away

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Under The Starlit World

How lonely feel I
Sometimes
Under the starry world
Twinkling with mysteries
But I, all alone underneath them!

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My House

Where is it
Can you say,
Where I was born
Or where I grew up
And where I came for bread and butter?