[Poem] Dying Illusions

Dying Illusions
Dying Illusions

It’s a gloomy cloudy day;

I run with all my might,

There’s a Dinosaur behind me,

She says everything is alright.

I search for a compassionate face;

The ants have closed shop,

They say look even deeper,

Find the first dewdrop.

The butterflies make faces at me;

It’s not funny anymore,

I try to close my eyes,

But I can’t shut the door.

I call out for the Lamagier;

Ask her to eat my bone,

She says it’s her joie de vivre,

To deny me the pleasure to groan.

I want to play and need a toy;

I seek out a snake,

She takes me home and seduces me,

I run away for I know she’s fake.

The day’s about to end, it’s still cloudy;

The trees dance with me and enliven my breath,

When along comes a Robot with its ugly face,

It picks me up and bashes me, leads me to mother Death.

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Dev Daniel K Gupta

Dev is an aspiring film-maker based in Mumbai. Films, Writing and Wildlife complete his existence.

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