The clock ticks
time passes and sound fades
into the vacuum of the night.
Electric bulb glows
but not like a day’s sun.
A limited light,
yes, it offers a vision with more limits.
I cannot see beyond my roof
unless the moon appears at night
and sun shines through the day;
have I really lost my way?
First and foremost a poet, Alok Mishra is an author next. Apart from these credentials, he is founder & Editor-in-Chief of Ashvamegh, an international literary magazine and also the founder of BookBoys PR, a company which helps writers brand themselves and promote their books. On this blog, Alok mostly writes about literary topics which are helpful for literature students and their teachers. He also shares his poems; personal thoughts and book reviews.
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