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Jan 2013
The prolonged wailing filled me with the night
Naught but death,then,seemed bright

What remained of the soul were bits and pieces
I, ready to be carried away by the breezes

A utopia awaited in my dreams
But not was the wailing allowing me to sleep

A dawn so pure and warm
And a world where only life was born

Where dreams fluttered and leaped to freedom
And one was a king of his kingdom

Where one could shatter life's shell
And be tranquilled by hell

As I pondered on my dreams
I noticed that the crying had ceased

A realization dawned me, a fear gripped me
And I cared naught about the agony

With the last breath left I opened my eyes
Trying to look beyond the darkness beside

I spotted her and watched her lying by
Still she was with no tears to cry

But I knew she had a breath left
And tormented by that sight my soul wept

I dragged my tattered body to the ethereal being
And I withstood the pain that had been

I looked at the calmness now at her face
Her divinity I could only embrace

The vibrance she radiated
And the peace that in me she created

I clasped my hands around her
And in my eyes reflected her's

And staring into the stillness that had drawn
The night devouring us, we waited for a new life, a new dawn.
Written by
Archit Srivastava
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