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Verses of an intrepid soul

I would jump into that valley from the very summit


To feel the rushing wind, to see the hills moving upwards,
To witness the whole strata of birds and creatures of the jungle
I may fail, I may die, maybe impaled by the branches
But worth the experience or even the attempt

I would practice my instrument days on end


To discover its secrets and my own
Forgetting relationships, language, identity
My closest assets are the greatest hindrances

I would walk that road none has set foot to


afraid that it may lead nowhere
I would take none other
It may be a long walk through the tall grass
A meander in the jungle
Or wading through a marshland with unexplored reedbeds
With no definite path
As I perceive that paths are laid down
After being trodden on
I can say with infinite certainty
That I am not here to become, reach, attain or accomplish
But I am here
For a planned and purposeless existence
---M.Yuvadeeban, 2013

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