i looked around with wave of disappointment,
faces downtrodden, hearts puzzled,
I sat on the floor, with hands spread,
Nothing was bestowed, nothinn given..
I looked at the running hazel,
Imprinted designs, marks haphazards..
Thunders of clouds, not even for once got ragged,
For the despise already on move, earth on travel...
Hiramalik
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