by Dr.M Alam Azaad
Published on: Nov 21, 2005
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Type: Poetry

It’s dark again,
In the silence of sunset
I stand alone,
amongst the mob of fallen thoughts.
Each thought, a flare un-burnt
in my misty memories.
Each memory, a journey unmade.

As I move along the dusky time,
The dreams, unseen,
Shine bright for once, and
Then it’s dark again.
Covering the distance of a Universe
I still stand where I was
leaving behind nothing but sorrows of souls.


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