To please
A gathering of
Aged angels, we
Shall perform
An interlude in
A farm of flames
Ignited by glow worms
I shall play one of
The palanquin bearers,
Ambling up and
Scampering down,
Carrying some dreams
On their shoulders,
Or the soldiers
Guarding their caravans
Through the vales of
The lonely night
© Deepak Darshak
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