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the path is the same
has been for a long time
but many who travel on it
are lost
no one knows where
no one can care

like zillions of twinkling stars
suddenly disappearing
on purpose
or playing hide and seek
or devoured
by black or white holes
into permanent banishment

who knows
who cares
how to care
how to know

oops
where am I

ramesh gandhi