Stained Skies...

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My flight ends...
Where skies get stained...
With streaks of tails...
Of the fading rainbow...
The remnants refrain...
Getting wet in rain...
Over the pyramids...
When sun sets in...
The clouds drift...
Taking loads of pain...
To the dry throats...
Of arid plains...
The pointed shadows...
Briskly walk through lanes...
Hurriedly in shades...
Of afternoon lighthouses...
Though everything hurries...
From dawn to rise...
At dusk each thing...
Weeps to come at still...
Knocking at doors....
Of defiant dreams...
All dust sleeps...
In rusts of sheets...
Troubled intensely...
Through ploughed minds...
Some seeds germinate...
In restful eyes...
The night watches over...
Calmly blindfolded...
In husky soft smiles...
Amused at all glory...
Coloured patterns...
Again would adapt...
In morning light...
Shall again re-trap...
Some more breaths....
On those unharvested plans...
To sprinkle some more...
Of life's magic sand...
©Ravinder Kaur
12-09-2016
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