Who Occupies this Hope?


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Who occupies this House?
A stranger I to myself must judge –
With unknown quantity of love
For a selfish world, I live in vain?

Who occupies this Stage?
Since no one knows his Circumference –
I would write upon the door
Half my life I owe to circumstance

Who occupies this World?
But bio-programs of newly raised Afternoons
Inhabitants in a half-life pre-defined
But where do the Golden birds assemble?

Who occupies this breeding field?
Must I breed then too, to feel alive –
‘Twas settled long ago I suppose
In some unknown territory of Ghosts & DNA

Until I as a pioneer learned to forget myself
And follow footprints that were made
I found peace, when I learned not to judge.

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