Melancholy hills


In desert of solitude,
land of sand,
beholding those hurricanes,
lies the melancholy hills..

Counting each breath,
dreaming all day,
with broken hopes,
and lost faith,
Sun rises every day..

But in the hills,
Amidst the desert,
It’s not just sun and moon,
there are hurricanes too,
one has to live and die..

Yet sleep to dream again,
dream which may be a mirage,
There is water somewhere in hills,
still everyone is thirsty,
Mirages here breathe,
and reality hits,
then there is hurricane,
and yet no one can feel it,
because melancholy hills exist,
yet do not exist!


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