Void - Poem by Ajit Das
Outside, the night thickens
its wall of silence,
dissolving all echoes of sound.
Inside, the lamp burns,
throwing a ring of light
on the desk littered with pages
of days obliterated by age.
And behind the arc
swivels the lidless stare
of the encroaching dark.
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