Before golden moments
Fall into the trap of trust
They slip from fingers
And get disappeared
In the turbulent waves of tears
Like the innumerable stars
Enveloped by dark clouds in the sky .
I find all my hope-borne dreams
Getting drenched in blood
To fade before they creep up :
Lo,, patches of clouds surround me
Since you fled like a truant ;
Silent witness is the front door
No more knocking sound heard any way .
Dasharath Naik
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