A bowl of defragments,
a handful of charred wishes
And a crooning rhyme
of childhood words, a dairy of crafted tales
Few notes, few papers
and a muddled past
Wishes and formulae,
how to live a life?
A life, soiled in the
path of time
Oh! Mother, I shamed
Cunningly, this
darkness, envelopes our lives, our dreams
In the charts
beguiled, my days were effaced, just as my advices and memories
You gathered, at my grievous
forlorn tales,
As I loll by your side
and smile unashamedly….
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