Kurt Poem by Shraman bajracharya

Kurt



white powder
Madness desolate
Aloofness
sadness
Empty room with bunch of pieces
senseless
absolutely tasteless
Bridges
Tours dancing singing
Overwhelming show
Heedless
Melancholy
High altitude
he is breathless
bullets and gun
Absurdly useless
Pull the triggers
Into the mouth
being thoughtless
pang still
endless.

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