How many times,
I have to die while writing a poem.
Not even a single word can define myself.
I’m dissolving the pain inside of
People who are far away from me,
Even they don’t know I am existing.
A plenty of years have passed
In Screaming, But not a single sign of them, I can see.
I am still waiting and will be waiting.
It’s already January
And I am loosing the count
But I promise to stay solitary,
That’s what I am proud of.
_7TH JANUARY 2021_
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