Droplets squeeze out on forehead
Some flow from the dazzling eyes
When they strike the rumination
That thunder within a parched mind.
A falling quill laments his dismal plight
Whereas heavens kissed his white visage
That reflected the golden orb in sky
Now misery of the filthy roots beckons
During the fall when the burden of glitter
Is shed in a faint hope of keeping afloat
Wherein we spent so much to earn
Two diverse types of precious currency
The futility of one is known without the other
The flight that remains parched arrives
While the waters that fall earn the glitter.
Dehradun
2302
12.30 hrs
20.7.23
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