roasted dreams

When you are nowhere one goes
You have almost closed
The gate to that place,

The fire in the oven
The baked bread
The stale wine
And the roasted dreams
Of that shining armour
Which made the warrior lose

The war
Before one could even fight
Properly
The soldiers had found the cause
They fought for
Was actually not the one that deserved their
Iife
But life is all they have
Should it be wasted
Just like that
They have now surrendered
To the enemy
With in
The same dark night
Same light of the northern sky
Same silence
Buddha faced
When he left the palace
To discover the truth
And nirvana
The night of light
The stars growing on ground
The water climbing the mountain
The breeze wiping the tears
Off your eyes
………………

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