So many times
I had seen moulds and dies.
Many a time,
I saw pouring
Liquid metal
Into the moulds and dies.
They waited helplessly
When liquid metal
Would kill them.
Had the flame trees
On the boundary walls
Lost their colours?
So many times
I had seen moulds and dies,
Even in my dreams.
Last night a bad dream
Kept my eyes opened,
Chocked my throat,
It made me breathless.
Then what I saw.
I saw all the men and women
Dancing on the screen of dream
With the masks cast on faces.
Do we all fear to show our real faces?
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