Sketchy Is Identity Of Moments | Poem

Hear the open wounds of time,
They speak of nothing of fears,

The knowledge I seek,
Made a vow on fire of ambiguity,

Oh! Queen,
Have you robbed world of yourself?

I’m in the darkest corner,
Not forgotten the words,

I kept repeating to stay alive,
I’m coming back!

All that seems like a dream,

I wonder,

Did I ever wake from the sleep,
On night of darkness’ touch?

©Suraj Jangid


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