Overambition , recklessness
Over confidence , false assumptions
When the realms of wave end
The assuring waters ebb
Like a stampede over slimy floor
I remain basking on dry sand
With a vacated breath
Dried to death
While your memories
Like a spectacular bubble
Play with the debris
Of what was once agile
Resplendent even in dark
Like my dreams
If only the love
Would have never crossed the line !
Delhi
2047
00.20
12.3.23
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