As the dead of night arrives,
I still remain the same,
With all my scars,
And bruises..

As the first light of the sun
Hovers on my skin but,
I still remain the same,
With a packed heart,full of lament...

Screaming and yelling in a bizarre way;
As the contrition evolves in me,
But I demurely repudiate the fact of...
What I felt along the way.

Day by day, becoming secluded incredulously...
But I hope that,
One day a coruscation of joy,
Will abide by me..

-Ridha Ray



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