Dreams Departed
Languishing in the sky is the kite
Of the flowered dreams of mine
Departed in ages
Leaving the burnt ones buried
Deep Inside my silence,
Nurtured by the flames
That consumed my past.
Of the flowered dreams of mine
Departed in ages
Leaving the burnt ones buried
Deep Inside my silence,
Nurtured by the flames
That consumed my past.
In the softness deep inside me
I did tree and flower the dreams
That traversed and brightened at
Many crossroads of childhood and youth
Only to fly away to untime and
Destituency in its wilderness.
I did tree and flower the dreams
That traversed and brightened at
Many crossroads of childhood and youth
Only to fly away to untime and
Destituency in its wilderness.
Utter not a word of solace
For, out there is the mind of mine,
Though sick of the Autumns and Springട
Poisoned by the religions and corrupt,
Not to submit to the vagaries of fate
Will breathe my last with sword in hand
And fire in tongue to keep the kite high.
Bridled or unbridled, the kite is to fly.
For, out there is the mind of mine,
Though sick of the Autumns and Springട
Poisoned by the religions and corrupt,
Not to submit to the vagaries of fate
Will breathe my last with sword in hand
And fire in tongue to keep the kite high.
Bridled or unbridled, the kite is to fly.
devamanohar
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