A Word Takes Its Own Home!

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Like every word;

Takes its own home,

My bird of thoughts

Ascends; descends as it likes;

Whenever the season; rather

the reason of the mind differs,

Stretching its half broken wings;

We just live, only for an initial surprise;

No more any further sun rise;

What we define as the beginning

is often for a final ending;

and to make an end,

you will have to make a

start of everything again and again.

The real end is where we start from;

and every alphabet; word;

sentence that is right,

where every word,

takes its own home

for a meaning; or for

a shelter to sleep !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI