As I face northward

As I face northward

A heap of ash I see

Whose embers be blazing

O’er those golden dreams

Battered and broken

Those wretched things

For in them lies

A way to see

The path to hallowed immortality

But as the flames grow brighter

We grow dim

As we see our shine fading

But one thing we know not

That the flames don’t burn

Dreams of people who don’t do it in turn

Sashank

E-mail : shanky.krish96@gmail.com

Photo by anouar olh on Pexels.com

Platform:-SPLIT POETRY INDIA

Editor:-Gautam Jha


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