A self-reflective poem.
Hiding helplessness
in the luxury of prayers
he raises a wall
a babel of deception
through cocktail of drug and desire
meanders through dream-
miracles and wakes up to
unheard alarm
each morning repeats rituals
ageing time is ashamed of
–R.K.Singh
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