That frame in the corner mocks
a layer of dust adorns
the past
who hath time to wipe
the cobwebs from corner
to cleanse the muck
lying since ages ov’r the stretched bond…
Lost I’m
how far, how long
how do I carry forth
none tried hitherto…
then how do I ?
How far, how long?
nothingness ahead…
nothingness behind..
Grace me,
O! my heart.
©Soumya
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