We reach at last to a derelict plain
Of silent clamors and bright darkness,
Look around with a wondered mind,
Realise the vanity of hopes.
He too is attempting
To open the sleepy eyes slowly.
A pain like an ant's bite creeps in
and ends up in a screaming shiver.
His heart implores
Not for a living but for lives
The wings fluttered in support
The sky buried the face in clouds.
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