Where
There was a time,
for crying, now the tears have dried out.
With emptiness I look out,
for reasons in the unknown spur.
What am I waiting for?
not love or sacrifices,
no sympathy also.
But just to wait for time.
Where to go?
yet the adamant journey is on,
to travel to the end.
Copyright © Bidhu Patnaik | Year Posted 2013
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