A bleak thought of making something BIG
A turbulent fire to make it to ashes
A meek, silent pursuit to reach out and grab
The unseen, the unheard, the far
Has sunken underneath…
The projected platform
The envisioned podium
The dream- All shattered and ruined,
Mock:
“A Rag- Remained Forever”
The shriek bursts out
A scream cries out
Is it the fate? Is it the future?
And a long sigh, a deep breath
And an acute silence
The repetition of realization
An accepted compunction
The life is lost beyond repair!!!
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