From the past's silent tomb, I unearth
The bones of dreams, their gloom and worth.
No name etched upon their seams,
Whose dreams, what purpose in these schemes?
Gathering these bones, void and cold,
Dogs await, their motives untold.
Now I see the aim in their stance,
Are they friends or hunger's advance?
Truth hides within shadows' guise,
Dr. SV Prabhath
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