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some white dreams

songs got lost somewhere,
verses became slaves of someone,
the gatekeepers of despair
started guarding the door
of self-respecting imagination,
art lost its synonyms,
winds became still and calm,
sand started forming foam in the blue ocean,
young flowers fell to the ground at a young age,
Gulmohar-like houses turned into wax overnight,
burning lamps became dim,
youth lost its passion,
emotions lost their enthusiasm,
tangles tied the feet of the soft creepers of life,
when the clouds of blackness covered the pink world...