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Angry gusty winds blow away
the sand-castle, I had once built
with sea-shells of love
and conches of care!
Window panes of my dream-house
keep rattling in the dark stormy night
and shatter into
myriad worthless glass-pieces.
Silver-scimitar of Lightening
strikes across the black skies -
like a photographer
snapping pictures with flash-gun
and clicks black-and-white snapshots
of my rainbow-hued dreams
that have faded with time!
My dog-like faithful shadow follows
the last ray of sinking sun,
panting in the sultry sands of Sahara,
where I stagger insanely
to lick the last drops of moisture
gathered on the thorns of cactus plant!
Though I suffer from cancer of words,
I have come a long way
to make the silence sing…
So, let me close my eyes
and let my dreams die
a premature peaceful death…
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