When I am alone <br />and quietness breathes <br />into my lungs <br /> <br />a sparrow enters <br />the silences of my being <br /> <br />Fractured I watch <br />floating selves <br />suggesting <br />new horizons <br /> to my <br />rigid ego <br /> <br />I find many in <br />what I had known <br />as the indivisible one<br /><br />Bhartendu Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dilemmas-of-self/
