The Horse: A View”
The Horse: A View”
The world runs, forgetting its aim,
Thoughts scatter beneath every step.
Eyes filled with dust and motion,
Maps drawn without true meaning.
Like a horse, we move ahead,
Silently carrying the weight of self.
Outside—speed; inside—a silence,
The heart splits with quiet ache.
Sometimes we lose our balance,
Without seeing truth’s direction.
Cries drift through tear-filled eyes,
And life feels like a misty journey.
GR kaviyoor
04 07 2025
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