Moksha

Worn out shoes. Half smoked cigarette. Borrowed socks. Faded Jacket. Dirty Jeans. Chipped spectacles. A mindful of questions. A teacher in my soul.

I guess I'm on my way to salvation. Wait, where was I going again?

PS - It was beautiful here. You should have seen it. Also, remember - Every revolution gets exploited. But don't worry. The Maidan remains in our hearts.