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Like the rays of days, coming from the holes of my asbestos
In my nights of dream, such character you become
Like the dust floats randomly along the rays, the illusionary shapes
Ditto! you appear prominent before my dreams fade
At the arrival of dawn!
Like the sand trickled through the neck of my hourglass
In interlaced neurons of my brain, such memory you are
Like the sand slips from one bulb to the other, for every inversion's
Ditto! your memory traverse in my head for all tosses and turns
In my sleeping hours!
~Ashok Kumar Mishra
Copyright © Ashok Kumar Mishra | Year Posted 2019
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