poetry

the song of the wild

Anitha Krishnan

Jun 5, 2014

Mine is the song of the wilderness
The ecstatic dance of the untethered

Pity not my caged existence
True, Many lands I can no longer tread
But my spirit remains unfettered by doubt and fear

I am present and infinite as Time
There is nothing to wait for, nothing to forget
Nothing to desire, nothing to regret,
For all I am is in the now and here

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