life is a deception and we are shadows
No one knows how it comes and how it goes
Our stay is like wink of eyebrows
Its a doze a which is given to bulldoze
A momentary stay with very many tests
In a transit camp we are the guests
Dirty desires in barren chests
light less stars with drowning crests
Life is like a drop of dew
On the petals of a rose, what I knew
May be a prize but for few
But for the rest surprise in lieu
Copyright 2015
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