Cut by the ways of being, I tell stories
Existence - one-question, one-answer and one-way
But when I talk - questions none , prospects many
Life - you run away or run near, but get caught at last
My stories - waves get caught even beyond view
Senses-five, time-one and drift unknown
With me - things timeless and sense boundless
You - all nine feels in one breath and then death
Come to me - worries sweet and struggles pleasant
I live my story and tell my moments
Storyteller I am. Life treasurer I am
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Storyteller
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