Chained to the virtual.
These legs,
they are not meant to stumble.
Though they do
and on every stone
they stumble upon.
These hands exist
to embrace them for their nature.
For it is just.
From them, the heart and mind are
unpacking the souvenirs.
The Living and the Dead showcase.
These paints from which
the faces are now covered with.
Falling on the chest with every step
moving ahead.
Thanking the heart by making him absorb all.
The suitcase is forever empty.
Fill in some more love.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes)

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