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By  Arun Babani

Tender and transparent
Like a flame of earthen lamp
A silky wing of a butterfly
A very thin, soft layer…
Like an echo from a valley…
The wind just passes through it,
Like a shadow
that passes through everything
Without so much as a touch. .
Gentle like nothing…like breath…
Aimlessly flying around
Moving without  direction..all over
Like the chirping of sparrows at dawn…
A thin,a very thin layer
A flame, an echo,
a whisper,or a breeze…
Life has made this out of me…
A feather, a cloud, a blade of grass,
That may move on and on
But cannot be caught,known, named…
Just a thin layer of something
A Isness!

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