Once I was born
Then
Like a snake
removing its skin
For not becoming lifeless
Like a skin removed by the snake
I skin myself
every now and then
After some time
Breath-stopping
Ordinary routines
Wait for us
With flowery garlands
Despite that,
Darkness or else Light
Unknown to us
Is necessary
To skin ourselves
And continue the journey
Saturday, January 23, 2010
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