A lotus smile

It was happiness of a
Different kind –
A lotus smile
Hanging in the dark air

I did not worked skies for it, nor
Called on my wishes, trumpeting.

It was the remains of my other “me”
of the far world, that
Had come
Trailing by itself
To mirror on me

I groped in that invisible maze,
I applied myself to “myself”, but
Alas,
All manoeuvre
Turned to risky bond –
A lotus smile
Hanging in the dark air

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