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Oct 2012
The roads is an endless darkness,
He is a lonely walker by,
A mirage here, a mirage there,
Simmering play of the firefly.
The shadow is gone,
& he is naked - under a naked sky.
There used to be here, a marketplace,
Of candles & candies and chandeliers,
The alley now haunting, looks at him,
Mad man you are, stray rider,
The time is gone long by.
My ambrosia, my poison – the rider cries,
In the hollow of the sky.
He takes his knife to stab his heart,
But it’s cold & stone beyond his strength,
The sellers come back to him,
Mad man you are, stray rider,
The dream you have to live by.
Written by
kumud shankar
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