As I picked up a leaf, which bore my name;
It tore into a thousand pieces, looking up -
I saw a stream ahead.
As I walked up to the stream and peered inside;
I see my face, mirroring in the glassy water-
Splash! And lo - where is my face?
With logs of wood,
Spelling A.K.S.H.A.Y
I went near and crack- broke to million twigs.
Waking up with a start
Waking up with a start
I sought to search hither thither, with strong hope
That I'll find my goal, even-
In the dark.
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