These are not the roads, all new..


These are not the roads, all new
They are all traveled by,
Dreamt by,
Many a times!
Stories with silver linings
Tales without endings
They have seen them all,
With time being!
Many laughed here
Many cried
It has echoes of cheers
mourning and the tears..
The breath you are just taking,
Is a mere recycling!
And the dreams..
the dreams you are dreaming
Are someone’s past, futile
For nothing less,
The poems I’m writing
Are the tunes
Many, for long, have already been singing..!



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