The monotony of existence
The monotony of existence, the scared
face of life, haunts my figment’s dust.
The blank sullen eyes, which of dream are bared
are drenched in, worldly physical- criminal lust.
The night that charmed my existence
Now dreads me, out of unknown fears
Where the bats fleets in the past tense
And the morn is born- like ‘ones in many years’.
Still- hope drills my mind-
Still- my breath out of positivity is sweet.
I’m new, not crippled nor kind,
But my tears are still salty, oh! Nature I couldn’t beat.
Akash Sangwan
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