Low on the ground







Low on the ground
And world around
Was high for me
Till I wanted to astound
Let's rewind to the date of my wound
That day on my path
The war and its aftermath.
Like life's wrath
What was it ?
A black kit?
It was grey
Reminded me to make hay
Is it you or is it me
Who are you?
Or
Who ami?
On my defeat
I looked from top to bottom.
It started from my feet.
But not to greet
You yourself will understand next you meet.
Just movie around it.
It mustn't be concrete
I tried to shrug through my feet
It came back ,repeat
Not my past
I learnt it was
The way it writes my past
And future getting its impact
Low on the ground
Was the last
Who supported me to move fast.

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