By Akash
Date: 18 September 2000
Unknown path...
Those days when I was chained,
Behind barricades of natural fences,
The far away mountain looked like the land of freedom,
Every once in a while, I would get up and run to climb the mountain,
The more I ran, the mountain looked closer and closer,
I never knew if I ever reached there,
All I know is that I am still running,
But there is no quest for freedom,
And no mountains to climb,
Just a few dilapidated memories of unwarranted masks of ghostly images and ghastly nights…
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