by Sarmishtha De
(Assam, India)
Wall full of crumpled paint,
No help from words of saint.
Mind Dumped with all trash,
No space left -
Shut and fit into a case.
Heart pumps and yawns,
A feeling long gone,
A soul wandering alone.
Morning alarm snoozes on,
Curtain half open,
Its still dawn,
Lights seeped in,
Stirred the dull air of my room,
And I see the paints falling down.
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