Often you come
Rebirthing familiarity
Like a soft breeze
Morning and evening alike
Stretching on a vast plane, and
Pass by my stony pedestal
Imprinting an invisible smile
On my marble face
Reminding me, that
I have been cursed like an iconic structure-
A desert Sphinx
Roaring my naked voice
Half human, half lion
Recapitulating my past
I crumple down a non-entity
Knowing –
Wayfarer was I before
Wayfarer I become
Taking chance at your soft breeze

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