THE INFINITE BURNING LAMPS
Numerous distressed faces, crowd of
Nightmarish body waits on the edge
Of survival, in fume of extinguished
Lamps, amid the ruins, the outskirts
Of life breaths in its manner, nature
Generates space for blooming, even
In the algae covered walls, eccentric
But beautiful flowers stretches their
World, continuously life searches the
Significance of existence, a struggle
In perception never ends, obstinate
Emotion says me consistently, that
Someday I would be part of the blue,
Boatman calls loudly, that evening
Enlarging the darkness, clouds are
Gathering on the western sky, but
Heart doesn’t care, if they have the
Intensity to quench the thirst, opened
Chest waits to soak all the moisture,
Life sails the dreamy dinghy into mist,
Awful calls of sailor disappears itself,
After passed away tempest, I created
Own way, to navigate the vast river,
Do you still waiting, at the eroded edge,
On the stairs of derelict shrine of love,
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