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Steps On Wood This earth is like one round end of

Steps On Wood This earth is like one round end of That 3,963 miles wide blue wood And another end is here Just under my root of vagabond home Amidst these two ends , Curvy brown floor without tiles on Which I try to make my feet familiar 2000 steps I walked at my knees At 500 steps I jumped into wild trap But no deep cuts were there because Bud with 3 bodyguards in colorful clothes Brought me up ,swang me in the air Made their shoulders down to Absorb my vibrations of sudden strokes Now I want to walk 1 million steps But I walk 1 lakh steps I fall at 50,000 steps at my knees Much more than before Not by physically ,often by psychically And there is deep blunt scratches, bloodless Can't smell that strength of shoulder Can't pick the tight grip of hands After fall or after recovery pair of orbs Come, try to throw rays of care on my curse But how my creased time stretch his skin And make his body keen and fresh Just like before he fell , he can't , I can't Now my bones look like stones Without feelings of pain or felicity Now they're mere pillars ! ©jeelpatel #wood #life #poetry
Steps On Wood This earth is like one round end of That 3,963 miles wide blue wood And another end is here Just under my root of vagabond home Amidst these two ends , Curvy brown floor without tiles on Which I try to make my feet familiar 2000 steps I walked at my knees At 500 steps I jumped into wild trap But no deep cuts were there because Bud with 3 bodyguards in colorful clothes Brought me up ,swang me in the air Made their shoulders down to Absorb my vibrations of sudden strokes Now I want to walk 1 million steps But I walk 1 lakh steps I fall at 50,000 steps at my knees Much more than before Not by physically ,often by psychically And there is deep blunt scratches, bloodless Can't smell that strength of shoulder Can't pick the tight grip of hands After fall or after recovery pair of orbs Come, try to throw rays of care on my curse But how my creased time stretch his skin And make his body keen and fresh Just like before he fell , he can't , I can't Now my bones look like stones Without feelings of pain or felicity Now they're mere pillars ! ©jeelpatel #wood #life #poetry
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