Illusions of the Architect’s Mind

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He looks through his window, upon the city...
At the clutter in the street, from his safe retreat...
He races to his board, he starts afresh...
To realize his dream, in his eyes a gleam...
His lines are bold, the strokes are heavy...
With passion in his heart, he practices his art...
He dances with joy, in his desire he forgets...
That men live still, where he drew boulevards...


Author’s Note: The poem is about an architect who is so engrossed in making his dream for his ideal city come true that he loses sight of everything else.

by: 
Shashank Singal
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