The Journey of a Gaslit Soul
The day of birth decides the date of death.
In the theatre of life that unlatched,
happiness and heartaches alike
what count to be taken,
to be scripted down on my own?
Knew this all,
spoke it all,
but the ambrosial journey that started,
now being pervaded by languor.
due to Gaslit Soul!
A journey of thousand miles
one step made it curtailed
now locked in the scarred walls
Of a Gaslit Soul!
©Chitra Arun
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