They Disappear

What drives them in droves towards the futile waves

Where everything will be lost or dissolved in no time

Some will sink deeper than the known abysses of a land

Others may be hauled by the strong current to an unknown shore

It started with a trickle of saltiness; now encrusted in its corrosiveness

Deep down, the lost objects lose their desirousness

It’s all gone now; turbulent waters washed away the identity

Even the echoes feel hollow because of washed away alphabets

Uneasy calm across the vanishing footprints on the unreliable sand

Once crowded and constricted, the hopelessness reverberates

Lamenting horizon turns crimson with embarrassment


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