Anu Bararia

My Living Coffin

Fogged view, I cannot see,
Barren journey, rifts too deep.
Congealed & fractured cold heart's waiting,
Derelict face in a million's fading.
Why are the roads so quiet?
Why noises so wild?
Let me hear. Let me see. Have me done.

When will dusk bid its farewell?

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