To limitless roads, I sigh and look down in shame
There’s no looking back now, a voice says somewhere within my murdered self
Trying to cure the flawed openings that had formed, hiding my tears back
Though recovery itself is too late, I raise my face skywards
In the color of lapis lazuli, the sky shimmers
The vast land blossoms, and the prayer is accepted
The person in time recognises the truth
The things he felt important in past were no more the best
And there, the distant light illuminates…
Tears of sadness are always shed in time
Freedom thus calls the flag under, and the faux pas repeats again
In black and white, in red and bronze, sometimes an offshoot is born too
Though seeking the voice for prayer now, I’m the same as before
In the color of lapis lazuli, the sky shimmers
The vast land blossoms, and the prayer is accepted
The person always boards the windy poetry
To keep on meeting with the road flooded with words
And there, a light caresses affectionately…
The ground above promises life, when perished, we shall return there
The light at the end of the tunnel swells, you hold me close and laugh in disbelief
The person with no one to love in the midst of isolation
Addressed to nothing, as he likes to be a wayward traveler
Though sometimes, he recognizes it, I guess
And with passion, the person wails out loud, but this channeling is important
Because I know, the light of eternity makes one blind
…I will be waiting
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