An Illusion
A day will come
A dream will come true
And I shall traverse upon the hillocks
Searching for you.
I am waiting to see you
I am yearning to feel you
And we shall live in the valley
Knowing each other.
These hillocks are hard and high
My feet are fatigued and worn out
And someone is calling me back
Fearing lest I should collapse.
A year passes off
An army of nightmares chases me
And I know the perils of a search futile
Living a life flattened.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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