I flow unabashed,
and take your course,
running off wildly to the places
hitherto non existent even in my wildest dreams.
you let me wander off
through the hardest of the stones,
and beam at my slippery trail.
you also trace my footsteps through the
blooming forget me nots,
and watch me plunge
into the mightiness of the shore.
not even for once,
do you touch my being;
rather you set me free
and watch me from afar,
while I sweep and glide
at the command of yours
for that's how I am supposed to flow,
with this unrequited destiny of mine
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PoetryA blank canvas where I weave my words of diverse colours into a larger picture of meaning and significance