Lying snugly in a dilapidated shed
His tender lips, chapped in the dry weather,
Longing for the elixir of life,
Open up to utter those few utterances,
Oblivious to his conscious...
He travels afar
Transcending reality,
To a wonderland
Sans war
Sans impoverishment
Sans famine...
His eyes, welled up with tears
Raring to see the plush life,
Jolts open to the sound
Of a distant cannon
Only to realize
He lives a life of abandoned dreams....
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2 comments:
He has a peaceful dream,suddenly jolt open by a cannon sound!!! does that mean suddenly avan kanavula oru ponnu vandhu ellathayum keduthutta :D ... haha... anyway... good one...
well is it abt the Iraq war?? the chapped lips and thirst indicates an arid climate... of course it cud all be a big movie shoot! [:-)] hmmm. or a nightmare inside a dream!
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