the leaves, brittle by the hands of the sun
sway like a thirsty bird in the afternoon loo,
the streets empty of travelers, a distant voice
of screeching tires, on the melting coal tar
and the gurgling of coolers exhaling a breath
that sustains life, as June heightens into
a derogatory mark for the residents of city,
.
I let a beam of the celestial torch to hit me
and burn that spot where my fears hide
so that they dissolve, dissipate, rather
finding their place in some others’ abode
(I engulf selfishness, as the entire world)
.
– soon I retreat back to the insides as sweat
slithers along our fates, down my brow,
there is a news, I have received a provisionary
admission letter from a college managed by
a council under ministry of tourism,
the heat flushes my cheeks, I’m deranged
while making a decision of such propensity,
there is a solemn expression I see in me
twinkling in my eyes, for in order to
catch a dream, I have to shatter all others
and leave them combusted into fires of sun,
.
a day would come (if it would, my mortality
glares at me, while the living alludes me)
when to look back, I wonder what I’d find:
the dead remains of those dreams I left out
or a face that is of me, beaming and mocking,
as the sun sets down nowhere when I’m asleep
.
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