I have seen your dreams

I know why you scream

Why the city of your heart is so utterly desolate

I see graves shimmering, with

Mountains on fire, windows shuttered

and empty picture frames

Vendors of rain litter your streets,

knocking down broken deodar doors

Slogans smeared on your empty walls,

promising that the revolution is in the air

Boarded-up lanes guarded by strays

Lead up to vacant homes, embers of

lost stories keeping fire barely alive

Even your distant skies, a screenshot of

paisleys inlaid with grief are

knotted into a prison

made of shattered glass

I have seen your dreams

I know why you scream !!

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Unknown said…

Can feel the agony

January 20, 2023 at 8:34 PM

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