Sometimes I feel like little drop
That’s longing for a grain -
I try to pour new life in it
But efforts are in vain.

Sometimes I feel like butterfly
That’s flying to a light -
I try to touch its gentle warmth
But it goes out in night.

Sometimes I feel like tumbleweed
That rolls through desert land -
I try to find a place to stay
But desert has no end.

Sometimes I feel like gust of wind
Without thought and aim -
Whatever cross I on the way
For me is just a game.

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