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One fine day I decided to run away.
I swam across the river, went in to the plains,
on to the plateau and atop the mountains;
the highland of cloud fountains!
I stopped to see as to how far had I run,
and was astonished to find myself there
from where I had begun!
The entity was still accompanying me;
Black, opaque, shadowy.....
Why, it was the "I",
I say,
from which I had made a futile attempt
to run away.
Such instances reiterate. They seem to have become my fate.
And even as I resist, there seems to be none a getaway
from where the "I" would make an exit.
© Chandra S.
