She came
swooping down
To great
astonishment of all
Onto a busy
road, among the buses
Cars,
two-wheelers and what not
A spectacle
of inner struggle
Of a troubled
soul
Trampling
the senses underneath, a life of love
A kite’s
distress was on the show,
Shadows
moved, one breath at a time
And the
dreams lay, awake
As the
dreary night refused to go
Playing
ghosts and spirits, dancing as they wished
A mockery of
the fine intellect
With their
senseless acts
It was a
dreary deed that the fate played
With no hope
and no destiny, even
The home
did not exist.
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