Hushed traquility of
city lights, loomed
Darker into nights
Some leftover
of crushed dreams
plaited the saga
in draconian look
Unfulfilled desires, was
Holding a grip:
Like a colt in hand
firing bullets
into desired space
Firing through nozels
The colour of my dreams
Straight blinkers, watching
The eyes, wide awake
in painful dreams
A huhsed silence prevailed
Luring many denizens
To witness the march
Out of City Lights
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