"Slumber not in the tents of your fathers. The world is advancing. "
-Giuseppe Mazzini
the footprints blown by the gust of winds
retentions in the past forgotten and buried deep
only to get resurrected like soul from a crypt
to yearn companionship lest solitude embrace
fear not, to endless imagination of unhearken cries
trust not, to seamless and genuine lies
restlessness in bed till dawn
to win the ending repose of a lonely tone
and miss the pain to which it brings alone
'tis so hard to make at peace
and now the puzzle's left undone
now close thy eyes to see you gone
so lost in mem'ry that now is time to heal
but how? when everything is so unreal
sleepless.
~mAc
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