The sole soul,
the empty street,
to walk alone ,
Is what the sidewalker dreams.
The drawn cloud,
Bursts out loud,
Opens the window,
Shelters the filter feelings,
Upon the judgemental crowd.
The vulnerable reflects fear,
"O'poor dear", the world exclaims,
Overpowers the little voice.
Yet the Walker,
Gives life a pause,
To ponder on the red and the green,
Giving hope a signal,
Concludes to walk an extra mile,
For those who stand by.
Finally, the silence breaks,
The emptiness fills up-to the brim,
Anxious to let out,
Slowly peeps from the corner,
And jumps into the worldliness hole.
Tripping, slipping and dancing,
The broken silence,
Clears the inner vaccum with grand feast,
Making the sole soul strong and together,
Back again.
Expressionless turns to reflect colours,
Holding on to this the Walker ,
Keeps walking ahead,
Happiness surrounds, until,
"Help help",
the Walker falls ,
into the black hole
No,no worries ,
Cause, All that life signifies,
Is to reflect love even in thunder,
Is hold your breath and wonder,
Is the green grass exsists both ways.
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