Waiting to see the sunset,
As the day comes to an end,
Hearing the murmur of the ocean,
Near-sightedness arresting my distant vision.

Uninformed it dawned on me
Has the luster of my brilliance vanished?
People around me faceless,
Seeing only myself,

Others all spurious sights,
Never seeing my motherless baby’s grief
Damsels entangled in vulture’s talons
Femininity being traded on the street.

My dry eyes evade poor luckless chaps,
Treading upon sprouting grass,
Failing to hear its heart throb,
Never turning back, here I go.

Placing remote mentors
That molded me in my ride.
Steps treaded forgotten,
Never tolerant to look back.

Moving fast in bold assertion
Ignoring the wayside sights, never pausing,
Turning my back on the long last
Traveler going weary,

Many a star swivel around me
Ere I move my orbit from them,
Hearing though many a song
Never waiting to see their source.

Inner eye too gets blurred
To see the amethysts of wisdom,
Let my sight rest in and around me
Somewhere in my fantasy.

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