Commoner
With
every fall I become weak;
Every
rise makes me wise;
I move
through this illusion of dreams,
And
break all barriers with the moon light,
I emphasise and I hypnotise, Visualise a life I fantasize; Living and breathing is an achievement, Fertility calls for retrenchment.
I ponder in the beach of nowhere land, Some energy lost in the skin of time; Reenergised when success knocks your door, Images of childhood and those folklores!
Some paper boats reached their destination, And some lost on the way; Some friends reaped their fascinations, And some – on the bay.
To grow – it cost my life, Sometimes I rely on borrowed imaginations; Those myriad memories are killing; Sometimes we live on hallucinations.
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Shamsud A
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