The Dry Phase

The withdrawing sources, the dead arteries 

Lifeless- the stranded winds chatter helplessly

Perspiring foreheads wipe off the destiny

Life’s sudden bend towards an unknown existence

Dissipating energies; wasted in arguments

This sudden halt leads to an uncanny future

So sure, so bold, so arrogant, so sure of everything

Challenging the world, even the existence of life

Seeds of rage now devour the vibrancy

Smudged colours- ancient murals are reminders

Whatever occurred in the caves is still unknown

Our stories are no balms to calm the pain


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