Confluence Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

How far is the graveyard
after the offerings of life
in the pyre of hunger?
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Trying to shine and smile
amidst pangs of pains,
it feels like rolling tears.
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Game of tides and ebbs
in the red sea of life;
blood oozes as lava.
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Moments slip away;
trust goes unrequitted
distrust takes root.
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Mirage in thirstland
but betrays innocence;
the last scene sets in.

©Dasharath Naik