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Yacht is sailing
To a setting sun.
The family is partying
In great tradition
Of forefathers,
Wearing masks
From far east.
Folks on the bank
Didn’t realize
The salt water
They are sailing
Is from the tears
Rolling behind the masks
From ages
Be happy,
its moving -
Though west,
Not your east!
Be happy,
Its growing -
Though south,
Not your north.
Be happy,
Its happy.
as itself -
Not your pet.
I cannot unsee,
I cannot forget,
I cannot let go.
You stomped on it,
Trimmed it,
Poured dirt all over it.
Yet, now shamelessly -
wish and pray,
for it to thrive.
I wish you success!
From high above,
Sitting on a cozy cushion.
I saw her,
barely with anything,
too hot literally,
jumping and romping,
smoking and fogging.
Companion fanning her,
with a piece of cardboard.
as if to cool her a little.
A black wave again,
rolled crystals.
Then, four mountains -
with power studded,
shiny emblems etched -
overpowered the wave.
She is still too hot,
yet fully conscious,
and finally landed.
And I write this to commemorate
Her at the place and act.
Its raining torrents,
I am drenched totally,
Is there a shelter?
Everyone knows,
The candle will die.
But only a few,
mourn its death,
and remember its light.
O! I wish,
They both be united,
Even under the evil banner -
It is less gruesome.
But, I know -
Sanctity demands sacrifice.
The trenches are dug,
Both sides armed to teeth,
Every day they stare through holes,
And nobody squeezes the trigger.
I let myself in,
After all these eons.
And then -
I felt home.
Among these dragons,
Knights, Wands, Fairies,
Elves, Dwarves, Unicorns,
Colorful shiny jackets.
And then -
My Wand flickered.
The magic is always there -
Its me who ran far away.
The magic is gone.
Tried all incantations,
Pried all potions,
Not even an iota of smoke,
Not even a flicker of light.