Walking under the weeping moon
As the eternity falls down on its knees
This dogma won’t go away soon
The flight of future seems trapped in the dark trees
Transparency in thoughts adds to the misery
And arms crying for help from this hole of tragedy
A modicum of these lamentations making my road harder
Damned be those people who don’t care
The explanation to this feeling meandering somewhere in the mist
What lies ahead is the biggest panic on the list
“Are these books the only way ahead”?
Or else “will the road come to a dead end”?
“Is this the pain of salvation”?
Let the lord answer these,
And I shall continue my journey, the way I have been.
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