Being an ever disappearing organism

The Holocaust used to manifest in my mind

While I step down through that lonely stairwell.

Where do I go in this meaningless life of froth?

However, some peace used to rain

While stepping down in the street.

The sun used to rain as forever

From the heavenly sky.

But sudden chilling wind yet to evaluate

this ever disappearing form even more,

Like that awaiting stray in front of the hotel

merely differentiate between me and it.

The gusty wind left away after diffusing

that question in to the atmosphere

And had brought some joy

as helpless star acts in the universe!



31st January, 2016


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