Avinash couldn't get any sleep. The night stretched before him. It was his last day in his hometown before he left for college. Higher education options were available in his city but they didn't have the quality to make him achieve the larger goals of life. The morning sun would open a fresh chapter for him. His time of carelessness was coming to an end. When his mind was enveloped with these thoughts he noticed people curled up in blankets, gathered around a fire at the end of the street. He noticed the smoke rising from it and couldn't help notice the similarity between it and him.

Shapeless, floating aimlessly with the wind,
Passes a thick cloud of smoke.
Separating from its mother fire,
It struggles to take a shape.

Like the clouds in the free sky,
It is a master of its own will.
In the dark, black night which sends chills,
It paints the canvas white.

Its shape varies from one eye to another.
It's free to disperse, dissolve and spread on its own accord.
It soars higher, taking a path or making one of its own?
It's alike for all yet different for everyone.
It captures my mind, locks my eyes
and then passes by,
moves ahead in its journey,
to discover its worth,
to find meaning in its birth.

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