krish Srinivasan


Those usual cozy walks by the secluded lake
Cease to exist today as life takes a very different turn,
The lake looks for reflections and the pathway for footprints,
All that happened was perhaps never to happen
Yet it did because it was metaphorically written,
Existences are perhaps forgotten
All that remains are the dried eyes filled with tears …
… Failing to escape with the fear of more devastation;
The tombs of love are destroyed

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