I try hard to smile
Then it all comes back
The dam I built
Begins to show big cracks
Water has started seeping in .
Run, I say ....
Before the flood takes over
Suddenly , I wonder ...
Whats left to retrieve?
Is there anything at all?
For , I have hit ROCK BOTTOM long back.
Flood Comes
Debris Lie
The stench of those ,
Makes me cry.
The weight of death
Too heavy to carry
The sound of prayer
Too Distant
Too weary ...
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