Grit in the Eyes
Sticks that I have burnt disappeared, without a trace,
The ashes I have dropped to the ground, blew back at my face,
A speck of those ashes has lodged itself,
And found now, an eternal place, under the shield of my eyelids,
Tearing the blanket of tears, every time I blink my eyes,
Just as, the moments might have long past,
But the memories would long last,
Sometimes sweet, but sometimes like the grit, trapped in the eyes,
Tearing the blanket of tears with every blink of an eye..!!
(2012)
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