In a pitch black night,

Where the sky is full of stars,

The moon in crescent,

Trancending from heaven.

Among the woods thick,

In thin moonlight,

I take a path,

Road not taken.

A girl under a tree,

Humming a sweet tone,

Her hair falling down,

As the water falls from the cliff.

Her smile so serene;

Her aura so powerful;

Her eyes so formidable;

Her presence so unique.

Tears rolling from the corner,

As a pearl descending down;

A single drop falls;

On the top of the grass in dark.

Is the tear for something she lost ?

Or is it a rejoice,

For finding something important ?

That smile confuses me.

A jerk distracts me,

I find myself, in the center,

Of an empty room,

And the girl in the corner.

Standing there numb,

I doubt my presence-

Am I who I am-

Due to the presence of others?

I laugh, among those who laugh,

I cry, among those who cry,

Everything I say, I behave,

Has been imprinted on me-

At some point of my life.

Is there a thought, an action-

Independent of others?

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