Dunes of the Desert, i tread
vision of blood barrels and bread
to nature hence i pray
life is all but grey.
onerous free spirits cyclically chained to the gears of fate
just another day on earth , as life is etched onto a slate
would the happiness and despondency amalgam ever abate?
decay of syntax, trickery of sweat,
someday man would stop to regret.
the flawless bid, the perfect grid
on one's creativity it places a lid.
bid bye to the serene entity
lotus's grove , sparked in the other.
a true be-fittiing?
willed to achieve
achieve i will.
~Nikhil~
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