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They all loved me
Then…
They all left me
Then…
They gave me memories
That roll through my
Brains like black and white
Stills of some movie
Of the yore…
Then…
My memories have
No bodies
No veins
And no blood
Running through those
Only bricks made of
VOID
My memories
My madness
The bricks had never been…
The home was never built…
Only…
I existed in the void
Always…
But a brick has sworn
To return
With blood running
Through its veins
And heart throbbing
I will build
A palace
I swear
A palace
With that one brick
Somewhere
Deep
Inside
Me!
Then…
They all left me
Then…
They gave me memories
That roll through my
Brains like black and white
Stills of some movie
Of the yore…
Then…
My memories have
No bodies
No veins
And no blood
Running through those
Only bricks made of
VOID
My memories
My madness
The bricks had never been…
The home was never built…
Only…
I existed in the void
Always…
But a brick has sworn
To return
With blood running
Through its veins
And heart throbbing
I will build
A palace
I swear
A palace
With that one brick
Somewhere
Deep
Inside
Me!
{First published in Indian Literature, a Sahitya Akademi (under the aegis of Govt. of India) journal}
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