Memoir of the recent IV, sparked by the barren lands on either side of the road all the way to hyderabad....
Barren frames that stretch afar
flanked by crooked mountain crusts
last specks of life,
killed in this sacred altar
no life thrives in this blackened dust.
Stark silence, staring stillness
gusty winds blow, searing hot
all around utter wilderness
and crowded barrenness of the plot.
Stars cluster burning bright
from the sky, momentarily black
on the sprawling expanse, spreading light
casting shadows, long and dark.
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