फगतमै Running

He looks at the sky in complete amazement

his eyes forgetting to blink

somewhere deep inside his head

I can tell, he is beginning to shrink

he recalls his days, when he slept with dreams

but he calls them destination

like they are some kind of place to be

his experiences he counts

in papers with numbers and bullets

he calls his education his pedigree

his suits are clean his nails are trim

his life is just as it has been

since the last time I met him

when we shared a cup of tea,

and he talked about his days

when he slept with dreams

but he calls them destination

like they are some kind of place to be

 

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