THE LEAVING SCENARIO
it's time or the rapid running train, going
in higher velocity, in mysterious
way, leaving all beautiful
halts both sides,
life is
steady or endearment going back in
the light speed, as acacia trees,
paddy fields, lotus blooming
ponds, the flock of
sparrow, or
alone
kingfisher, wild stream, aren't they in
their place, or an illusion is
dragging them with
dementia,
maybe
a dream restlessly searching the lost
address, in the mirage, isn't
the hidden oasis, who
knows, the real
destination,
every
lips has unquenchable thirst, isn't, each
desire has the sparked fire, the
vast desolation everywhere,
every heart is beating
to touch the zenith
point, to get
the more
than destiny, but time is passing with
intensity - - -
mtstic train
