Another tree of life
Another frantic tide
Another lonely hamlet
Another fervent season
Another animal instinct
How many times
Can life tempt a life?
May be a hundred monsoons
Or even a summer solitude just once
Monsoons are best at lying
Or to escape all the curses
Summer can't wait much longer
As it wakes up when it should
To ditch a serpentine tint
Or to draw a circus ring
Many options, downhill
We all fish in tears
And smoke at funerals
And shut a hundred doors
And split many more truths
In the point blank converses
An ill-gated hamlet in sight
A guarding animal
Unknown species and skills
Greeting its smells, rashes
Sweat and silver hair
Fuming eyes and scars
We can skip years of love and lust
In those homely gazes
What life snatches is through
And done its part and pays well
Who runs later, just meets their laces
Cheerful vintage is great
When the summer saplings are lost
Sure they had roots and ripened desires
Better off the seasons
A winter wilderness left
This is all a farce
And perhaps, dry dreams dressed up
As it is a tide that never saw the sea
But hopes to shear the shores, the least
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