Void Inside Me
Round and round and round is the fan above me going
Making papers on my table flutter
Breeze from that fan is dancing throughout the room
Gently touching my physique
Which is just lying down on bed,with eyes gazed somewhere randomly
With no reason to think about all of this
Yet I am thinking just for sake of it
Trust me so deep is void inside me
Which I wish would never appear filled to see.
Copyright © Kedar Ingale | Year Posted 2018
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