An evil night fades away
Some hidden scares left Behind
An accursed morning will retrieve
This cycle would continue;
continue to confirm a broken evening
This pungent air revealing
sour sins of yours,
I choked;
I choked under tyrant weather
Rotten dream from
the stinking world,
Moving against the unseen reality
An embellished grave of beloved,
I bury;
I Bury it with cold heart
Your flesh carry scent of sick.
You are dead; you're dead in me.
We are abolished,
Abolished before our ultimate end.
Aanchal Sharma
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