TR Rai \u201cAanshu\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Twenty-four seven, I\u2019m indeed after opportunities,
\nTo collect all memories, reflections, and nostalgia,
\nMerely wishful thinking for a sentimental longing
\nSurely born as a desiring, a fanciful mental image.<\/p>\n

I do not need any medium for quick transmission,
\nKnow not if I obey the Fourier Transform signals,
\nFueled by the organic materials, derived vibrancy,
\nFor neural interactions, avoiding neural networks.<\/p>\n

I possess no visa, no passport! Nothing important,
\nIn fact, no fuel, no pilot, no engine, and no transit,
\nNo tickets, no money, no food, no suits, no goods,
\nYet, I am very rich and decent to attain milestone.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m flying higher up every day within time frame,
\nAt tremendous possible velocities, defying routes,
\nAcross the ends of the horizons, journeys of miles,
\nMuch faster than the air and current in the circuits.<\/p>\n

No fatigue, no checks, no search, no urge, nothing,
\nI am free, flying continuously aiming destinations,
\nOver the frontiers, being unseeable and weightless,
\nImpossible to patrol my existence, where and why.<\/p>\n

Your devices are useless to detect and threaten me,
\nOver my inadmissibility issues or illegally reentry,
\nI am invisible, your lazy sentinels are undisturbed,
\nWho\u2019re timid, lack ideas of weapons and combats.<\/p>\n

Truly, don\u2019t want to bother them, the extra burden,
\nI\u2019m superior to the technology, no wireless fidelity,
\nNothing can stop and agonize me, no optical fibers,
\nReach the places of my choices with inbuilt signal.<\/p>\n

Where the respected fools reside for selfish games,
\nWho exposed him in tortures and pains, and again,
\nNeither he can throw them away in the rest of life,
\nNor he could forget their tastes, so overwhelming.<\/p>\n

Alas! You don\u2019t like to see him, irritation persists,
\nYour mental sickness improves with his presence,
\nTo think of him in your rusted minds is acid taste,
\nThat is what makes you shiver and seriously sick.<\/p>\n

I know you\u2019ll never treat him a human but a risk,
\nI\u2019m by your side, can see everything around you,
\nYou can\u2019t see, touch, hold, and sense me though,
\nPlease hate him more, wait for his heartfelt love.<\/p>\n

Thank you for the gifts of everlasting sufferings,
\nThank you for agony, so sweet, cruelly designed,
\nI will keep them in me with extreme care,
\nUntil the departure from the Earth is near.<\/p>\n

The End
\nNote: In the above poem, the author\u2019s mind is speaking throughout the poem except the last 4 lines where the author seems grateful and expresses his commitment.<\/em>
\nTheme: Mind has no restriction to travel as long as life is there, and the experiences of the locations as captured within the brain cells and neural performances.<\/em><\/p>\n