• Published : 24 Jan, 2017
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In midst of dreams I see a face

Garlanded by winds of mist and haze

The veins wish it be thy face

But I am trapped in unending maze.

 

Each day reminiscences of dream brings spark

Which fades down with the dark

With dark; mind ordains not to dream

But the bosom still rebels for gleam.

 

Stalemate of both brings mist and haze

I wish for end of maze.

Before end to be by thou is desire

But I remain, burning in fire.

 

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