Visuals

Visuals
Traverse the domains of dark present
And none sees them.
Fire loses charm and flames die young
With candles submitting themselves to the winds.
Visuals
End their games of making flashes innumerable
And the nights end midway.
Everything begins to submerge
Into the terrains of blind men.
Visuals
Turn back and come unto my abode
Where I remain with a ray of hope.

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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