Gothic thoughts of a soul
This is that place, where I buried my memories
they wither, within and outside
and now started to decay and inside out
my soul crouches amidst the snatchy smell
of buried and half-burnt memories, and those
smokes polluted the entire cosmos of my being
without letting any single space at any pace
and comes the crescent with scratched outfits
with pale glow of silver rays, looks like a corona patient
not been able to move and make noise
piled up by the weight of silence and gloom
this city witnessed the perfect beginning and end
of a soul with another in the blending of time
the first cry and the last one at a different pace
but comes from the same soul
now it is raining again, with thunder and light
and I waited outside for the new shoots
greened by the healing hands
to start the another in vain!
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