Wednesday, 7 March 2018

All were perfect

Muscat, 2014.

All were perfect
n’ smelt devastation,
Turning into a monster
With time-
The rest of life
Into a cave,
Where dreams are mixed
Many a dead-
Smile or sorrow
Alone is sudden, alone is free,
Walk or not
What is to decide-
Who am I
And who will I be,
Alone is the sound
Happy or otherwise-
Of rain, and the stories
That cannot be left behind.

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