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With heavy luggage
of dreams and desires
I landed.
And here I am now
drained and stranded.
But Life, I owe you at least
A rueful smile
Before I depart empty-handed
to my native isle.
For being a Peter Pan of no plans
And a masquerading
mockingbird assuming nonchalance
For shrouding promises
With cruel lies
And burying alive my heart’s
thousand deafening cries.
But even if
my self-esteem is uprooted
And soul ruined
Even if I am ostracized,
And obliterated
I will never be a firewood
in the pyre of depression again.
Life, I am a sweet bush of oleander
In the far corner of your garden,
Growing old unnoticed
and mostly regarded useless;
But still,
I have my own beauty
At least my mind is not dirty
Once upon a time in history,
Before you incapacitated me
With one roll of dice,
I was busy too chasing dreams
Like the ambitious Alexander.