Khayalan

I am drowning

I jumped into the sea 

Hoping to be free

But there’s an anchor to my ankle

Chaining me to the seabed, as I struggled

I leaped into the sky

Hoping to reach high

But my wings are badly broken

It hurts whenever I try

I walked into a dark tunnel

As shadows of the past chased after me

But a guiding light was there, a miracle

A blessing in disguise

A spark of sunshine in a mundane life otherwise

Once a beautiful ripe apple 

Sparkled on the tallest branch

The little boy reached for it

Happy, as he had the sweetest one

But happiness is fleeting. Temporary

Soon enough he forgets the sweet apple he once had

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