Deep dense forest, Thick cloud blanket,
Shrill sound of the breeze,
Thru the heaps of leaves.
Some dried some not, Some live some not.

And low within it, walks a tiny little thing,
Abrogating the assemblage of thoughts, facts and Truth,
An obstinate desire to reach the horizon,
Untroding the trends and traits destiny has put forth.

A long way it has to go,
Ingressing-egressing the tangible-intangible,
It strayes with the breeze, bears improbity,
To a plausible ruler of sophist... read more