Iv'e buried
my friends,
under dead ends,
left all my bridges burnt.
Accusing eyes
and lonesome
sighs mock
everything that I've learnt.
My mortality stares me,
in my face, I didn't know
it would look like this.
A familiar smell, a little
homely now, a rather
pedestrian abyss.
Anirban Kapil Baishya (March 12th, 2014)
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