Saturday, 27 September 2014

Destination undone.

It's the dripping drops that I see,
Streaming down the abyss.
Floating hopes and dreams
stripped away from the mothers.

Gorging myriads of lives profusely
Hiding behind democracy;
Dancing to the distorted melody
smiling and dying,
disappearing,
swiftly,
turning
into
a
.


A void: that's all left.



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