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    Walk alone through the lonely aisle

    Walk alone through the lonely aisle,
    The chirping of birds, the songs of crickets
    The solitary cold stairs, ups and down laid.
    I walk alone there slowly miles after miles,
    I flow with the silence and a blank mind.
    The identity doesn't binds you there anymore.
    Jealousy, greed, success, failure bothers no more .
    Like a blank sheet, there's no emotion, thoughts ever exists.
    Like I am, was and will, even the body don't persists.
    The vastness of chaos murmur to find the inner self further.
    Slowly I realise the miniscule role of mine and the game of the creator