He walks barefoot in the sweltering heat ,
With ambers burning beneath his feet,
His blotched skin , braves the wind,
Walks on gravel and feels this is his heaven…
Sleeps on a mulch, under the sky
With a blanket of stars, in his twinkling eyes
As the sun descends, his hopes seem to melt
But at the crack of dawn, its yet another mourn…
Naïve and young with a pallid face,
He tussles with life and tryst with days…
Filled with agony , they are austere…
Lives in dungeons with constant fear !!
He looks up and sees the azure…
There’s an aurora which drives away his fear
His frozen hopes thaw in the light
And the cherubic face comes to life
The face that had lost its sheen
Now exudes an aura of blissful peace…
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nice blog... carry on... well qouted....
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