A mere cosmic mistake? Nah! I must be a sculpture by some seasoned…
Dear life, can you wish me a silent death sooner? A poem
Avowed and yet disowned;
won and yet lost;
flying and yet trapped;
loved and yet alone;
a silent tongue that makes much noise
and defeats my deaf ears,
and my body that does not soothe my soul anymore
but still, I live
without a cause
and without promises to keep.
Dear life!
Can you promise me a silent death sooner?
by alok mishra
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