I broke a million mirrors
Into a million shards
Watched them go up in smoke
Making a lazy trail
With abandoned realities
Of my hunger
A hundred years of
Listing out children
Dead from disease
Has not been enough
For my molten dreams
Mixed with unsettled ashes
A hundred years spent
In measuring distance
From the city of dreams
That pushes me away
Towards a killing spree
Of dim departures
On some days
I hope against hope
When I see people with colorful cameras
Gaudy gadgets and a ruthless census
That buys me few minutes of prime time
On other days
The mellow fruitlessness
Of their passing passions bedazzles me
After a mewling monsoon
Life sprouts in deception
Lush green meadow covers my muck and methane
As grazing cows revel in rain
And a boy yearns to walk over me
Looking to break a million mirrors
Into a million shards
For his deathless dreams
The boy is you
And the boy is me
I am the Deonar Dumping Ground
I dream
I dream too often
Of a deathless me
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