I didn’t know
That
Tears were torn
Between an authentic urge
And a make believe
Web of excuses
But it doesn’t matter now
The banks were broken
River did flow but
Now drought of desires
Has made both
Irrelevant
But still
Let us accept
Some sparks are left
Of smouldering coal
In the fireplace
Of a cardboard hut
We made
May be some day
While walking alongside the sea
It might catch fire
And burn us