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MILESTONES
Roused by a rude jolt
I start up from my half-slumber.
Utterly clueless I move about
clinging to my pet delusions
in complete darkness of my past
coming after me swinging a truncheon…
I vaguely hear screams and yells
hurled at me some time before
echoing in my memory’s vault
as from a distant past.
But yesterday seemed like a bowl of cheesecake
the food of love served on a gold plate;
but today my startled eyes flit over
milestones giving way to milestones…
Life is a squeezed rubber ball
that retrieves its shape before rolling on.
Copyright ©
Shahul Hameed
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