Puppet

there is a thread that takes me back a hundred years,
to the dreams of people who cannot see anymore.

there is a thread that pulls me forward a hundred years,
to the dreams of people who don’t have eyes yet.

there is a thread that carries me a thousand kilometres,
to the eyes of people whose dreams I yearn to know.

there is a thread that keeps me tied to this spot,
searching for my dreams in the eyes of someone​ I barely know.

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About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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