Entire age was spent in search of self ultimate
and he was still unable to redeem a sad tree.
The silent unglorious drop.
Florets falling one by one like dreams.
White spread. Orange opus.
Goodbye crescent.
Blue sky shying away.
A cuckoo on mango grove starts a melodious croon.
Sweet allegation of betrayal, but for what gain?
Pain bounces back in the eyes of a sparrow.
Cannot find a window to enter.
Concrete walls. Closed doors.
Ad infinitum will move the traffic.
Where to stop? And when to fly?
Qualities were crashing down.
Faint bruises on face. Sticking plaster on eyes.
So many already gone to galaxy.
Sitting on a garbage dump.
He was brooding silently.
