Lost souls

Lost souls short poem

A river meandering through nowhere

a sea with no shore line

a boulder on top of a monolith

waiting to roll down

believers gathered at the bottom

waiting for revelation

waiting for Gods to speak

they took the journey through the seas

souls lost in ocean for eternity

till they reach the river which meanders

and now at the bottom of the monolith

they wait to rekindle their faith

All is not lost they hope

among them is a lover too

one who has ceased to feel

and he tirelessly prays for magic

redemption is caught in bureaucracy

and everyone waits

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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