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Maze

Time will usher us to somewhere again Wherever it may be, dissatisfaction can only be derived Dissatisfied with time and space I always quarrel with its algorithm Only a wormhole can upset its equation When the post-pandemic dilemma wreaks havoc On my once perplexed identify by existentialism And now, Time is in a loop Trapped in the darkness of this abyss Groping for a drop of light It moves but darkness is everywhere I can hear the groaning of the dissatisfied souls With unnumbered agonies And in this darkness no one can see others Yet the pain can be felt And in this Wasteland, no one is expecting a Godot

For, You are My Heaven

I too had a dream Not of an uncommon kind Like every mother does have Yet I'm hoping against hope Though shattered still I've something to mollycoddle My joy knew no bounds As you walked without my aid I found my heaven in your titters I enjoyed the virtue of being a mother I told you to stick to the values Yet I loved your fibs and figments One askance was enough for you To spill the beans of your trivial lies My frowned face was enough for you To promise me over a thousand times That you would never be mischievous In the nights I bore your kicks and cries Yet I poured lullaby into your ears To make you calm and comfortable In the days I heard your frivolous complaints With patients Unnumbered were my sleepless nights and anxious days Yet I was contented For, you are my heaven Now after all these years I feel lonely Though I'm in the midst of the like-minded people I know you are playing hide and seek with me Just like old days But I would pop up if I saw your glistened ey...

Aurora

Let me complete this melody Before the dawn blushes with its vermillion tint For I am an ardent admirer Of the Goddess of the dawn And when I impress Aurora with my humble song She will wipe away all the tiredness Of the long sleepless night By the warmth she radiates and The warmth, that she imparts, will ignite my fancy And when we have an ephemeral sojourn in the prime of the day The whole nature will be seen delighted