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Barefooted

Barefooted by chance the soul has strolled on the most prestine beach of the jinxed life,
where  though there are infinite wants, needs, dreams and desires. 
Yet, the unquenchable and unsatiable gratification derived is fathomless and bottomless. 
The journey in itself is the most melodious and the favorite beat,
the one that had been lost and buried deep down under the still mounds of time,
The listener wasn't even aware what the battered soul wanted to hear, 
until that beat was played after the ages by the merciful magician.
for the one who once loved to read,
 this amble was like getting a glimpse of the excerpt of the lone manuscript the one once cherished to decipher. 
The words of which had turned murky and musty,
If sand dust from it had not been swept by the  benign unforseen flurry ,
the loveliest part of the book would have gone lost in oblivion.
Alas! The pointed thorns of apprehensions, doubt and uncertainty, 
have been strewn in abundance on the alley on which barefooted  soul has ventured.
The one and only remedy is the magic wand that's owned by the magician who has to travel far off on and on.
The soul has to depend on the mercy of the magician and may have to borne the lifelong wait on the loveliest beach of the life on which it has dared to walk alone and barefooted. 


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