THE COUNTDOWN-1
The countdown begins.
With it sprouts an attitude
In the womb of darkness
That sees the sun
But behind the bank of clouds
Hours and days after
I will be where
I was long before
In a no man's land
Having a few takers
Know not
How life will be
With my past not with me
Future hardly in vision.
No idea
Whether life will be better or worse
One thing is for sure
It will not be
As it used to be once more.
Hope
Caught in between
The devil and the deep sea
Will not lose me in the mid
Find my way to freedom and peace
Glee, gaiety and bliss
Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
India
1.11.2022
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