The gentle twittering of the swallows,
The faint rustle of the wild mangrove,
the anguished summoning of the cuckoo,
and the customary setting of the ageless sun..
It seems, except me, life is everywhere around..
I lay down indifferent and still,
witnessing the celebration of life,
with my heart itself devoid of any mirth and ecstacy..
Suddenly, a hope kindles out of nothing,
Suddenly, a desire is born in my encephelon...
There's nothing, yet there is so much to inspire,
And as my eyes of concsiousness unseal themselves,
I find myself as a part and parcel of this majestic jubilation...
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