A Little Insane

In that city that does not dream

In that city that does not dream
Its sins ,its foundations, its lost souls
Its lies, its lights , its secrets
Its filth, its gardens, its bone graves
Darkness fills the skies
Winter all over again
Rains flood the night
Cries hount the air
Trees fallen by the side
Those ears that never heard a song
Those eyes that never saw colour
Those hands that never touched beauty
Those hearts that never felt loved
Its memories, Its death, Its dreams
Sleeping in the shadow of sorrow
In that city that does not dream

by © Sreekesh Menon at 7:28 PM