PC: Kausik Das

On the careless lane of dusty days
Unsure were the footsteps,
Busy were some strides of haste
And some were strolls 
Of scented leisure. 
Treasure
Of the profound waste 
Of empty times. 

Wider grew the lane
And longer, its trail....
With dust of nothingness, frail. 
The untamed weeds of wilderness 
Measured time.

Visions grew hazy
Until the dusty lane disappeared
In a whispering dot
At the wavering line
Of the glistening horizon.

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© Kakoli Ghosh 2019

PC: Kausik Das