Where Once Sky Used To Be…



where once sky used to be, bright because of an invisible flame behind the azure colored veil,
there flies a fabric of dark and doom,
wore by whom?
none i know, and surely not the person i have met this noon,


as if asking for an embrace,
the dark fabric closes down unto me,
i try to run and win a fool’s race,
for i fear not death but the mute of a true soul,


where are my good deeds reflecting,
where are my pure thoughts ending,
where are the results of such true and righteous intentions that i have formed and lived along,
where are the fruits that i thought i would see grow,
from the seeds of the past i sowed,


i try to run and win a fool’s race,
for me, a win doesn’t mean beating the dark doom that is chasing me,
for me, the win is seeing the fruits of goodwill flower out and glow,
before the dark fabric reaches me and encapsulates my withins,
chaining me to the void,


where are the fruits that i thought i would see grow,
i ask no right which tells that the first fruit should belong to the up-bringer,
nor i ask any right that tells all fruits belong to the up-bringer,
all i wanted was, to see them grow,
for that moment, i would keep running,
coward i may be looked as,
i do not care the world’s stares,
for they see a fool running, constantly looking back at nothing,
ha ha! they see no dark fabric,
i am a specially picked one.

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