How much I want to run
Just chasing stars and sun
In aimless one pursuit
No place to stop enroute
With pages burnt to ash
No stories left to stash
The diary sings no more
There will be no encore
Across the distant skies
A silent wind just sighs
Some scattered clouds remain
Too less to bring a rain
Along the winding trails
Are deafening sounds of wails
No words left worth to share
In a walk to just nowhere
In thoughts of yesterday
The moments drown today
Tomorrow would be same
With few more blows to maim
The plans have gone berserk
In forests full of murk
I Plan no more to search
Myself in seas of smirch
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