I am lost in the humdrum of Life
What is it, that still hooks me on
to go on tastelessly.
I ask myself, with a bit of struggle
rather I hear a hollow Echo
with in me.
that ardour to rejoice Life lies
on the death bed , on moist
window pane, vaporising slowly
but surely. kind of an
emotion... may be
sealed with joy or
may be unfathomed tears.
Or may be I have explored Life
or may be it remains
a mysterious journey yet to devour up.
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