The aim is amidst transparent waters
My hands bleed but dig deep enough
The sun is burnt to tar in the furnace
A ravine orb affixed to the grey canvas
Interspersed with intertwined red sparks
The sun rolls between branches by the hour
And clocks the time in a sombre fashion
The caves are bereft of any ray of dream
Such is a vexed moment of an unslept eye .
Delhi
23.04 hrs
2094
17.9.23
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