Rummage

I walk along  with crescent moon
to the bylanes with a flickering shimmer of the stars
rummaging  through the bin like a ragpicker
who is in ardernt search for
useful things left behind as useless
still the soul quests is incomplete
as  dark corroded bin is a just a illusion
the shield of light has not yet made its presence 
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