Children playing in the park
accute pain storms the skies
they are unaware of the
alarming beauty of the nature
Two people kiss
what happens?
Nothing.
Then why water cannons!
I felt I am alone
just another drop
in the mighty ocean of nothingness!
Will there be a tomorrow?
I looked into the bell jar
to see the remains of an unborn dream
I asked, will tomorrow remember
this moment
where I stood watching
the mirth of sun borne children
the storm in the horizon
the dying old man
sitting on a bench
thinned by his memories...
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