In my land-
There are roads,
With no signs but wonders
There are passages;
Littered with broken promises,
Leaving dwellers with wounded feats
Echoes of 'change' fills the air,
As sneezing hopes gather dust
Gradually,
Undulated zeals are diluted;
Leaving watery goals
Beyond the surface-
I see sore faces;
Curtained behind a broad smile,
A smile broad enough-
To conceal pain from blind minds¤
I...
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