Dec 10, 20241 min read

The Dreamy Sky Above The Stony Reality

By Sakshat Rao

I no longer bother looking

At their open-winged dreams flying in daylight shine.

Others call them insane;

But down my memory lane

I recall how happy I was in those dreams of mine.

But bruises have taught me never to look up again.

By Sakshat Rao

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