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GREY
GREY.
"Life is not black or white; it is the agony of grey."
“I can’t do this”, she said. With an unveiling frown,
“I can’t deal with all this” but the treasons were filled with all her absurd,
The voice that used to occupy my crown,
Now echoes with these ‘final words’,
Those silent whispers are now haunted by the night’s prey,
My face like a fugitive’s note looking for her in grey,
How does it feel to leave me with a voice, no one to hear?
To leave me with joy, but no one to share?
You’ve left me a life, but no one to care,
And left me in a reality worse than my fear
I fell in for your autumn dust lure,
The Aurora Borealis once dreamt now frozen beneath,
and you became the wildfire to what we couldn’t endure,
I drown and drown deep in the heath,
Through the rush of life, I carve my way,
My face is mirror of you looking for you in grey…
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Tirth Jain
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