By Mukesh Choudhry
Have you wondered
For lies never stolen?
Have you forgotten
The days of our lives?
When you wonder
Of ties that were broken,
I wonder if you remember a smile.
In the workshops
Of a thousand jewels and their tokens,
There lives a dim lamp
That none lights.
In the shallow heavens
Of the nightless glee,
There wanders a gleaming darkness in shines.
Beneath our frights,
And tall, cresting autumn quotients;
An acceptance of pain
Shouts alive,
At the gallery of starless sights,
Stringing along on some ode to life.
March onwards, march on,
Marching on the hallowed horns,
Strung in-sanity, trampled long
Before the doves arrive,
And the ravens have had their time.
Will the curious ever fall,
To be dubious?
Could the jury be doubtful to call?
Would the holy consign us divinity?
Rain for the stones, lest they fight
No longer, anymore?
By Mukesh Choudhry
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