Poetry

Am l Falling?

Am l falling?

Falling so hard that

I cannot get up.

                                         

Are my dreams senseless

like l always was?

Or is it massive that

I cannot hold it

                                         

Oh! it’s so huge

Oh! wait it’s not

It’s me making it

hefty

                                         

No l am not falling

I am flying, flying high

like a bird

                                         

I was not senseless

I was just an amateur

in knowing myself,

The inner soul in me.

                                                       

~Samundra Santosh

Trivandrum, India

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