The mind is full of thoughts
Thoughts kindred as waves
The wave which destroys citadel
Citadel  where our dream resides

Dream shattered as glasses
Glasses that cant be remould
As action can’t be disentangled 
Words which can’t be unfix

Repleted with contrition
He stir in unpaved roads
Gambling with his thought
Thought with turns of chance

With pinch of chances
Chances  he atrophied
He stirs in roads …
Carving his thoughts on breeze
Breeze that flows ...flows... 
With breeze his thoughts flows



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