You dropped such way that rushed in a meteor
It went through layers of land and stone
Feathery that is about no hands, legs or torso
Only a pair of aeonian eyes
Countless tresses came from where
Millions of dazzling celestial bodies
at the apex of a thin hair
An indomitable desire that stands directionless
Playing the game of one leg with million jumping legs
Cast away like a dry seed of cotton
It fell on mountain peak, in the ocean, in rich lands
in crowded roads- in the solitude of four walls...
I opened my eyes...
Where was not I playing with me?