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There are so many pieces
I try to pick those that are mine.
Fragments lost in the river of time
Fragments that still shine.
I fear to give those fragments a name
For I am the one who is naïve.
It may be one of those bees
That have her own hive.
A simple dream I have
To be with my fragment when I die.
At least in her heart,
If not in her life.
So that one day I will be free
Free to fly
No more shackles to
hold my leg
My limit will be the
sky.
© 2016 Rajarshi Bhar
