//Shadow –II//
Its meSomewhere in a corner of the city
Its me,
a waster
one among many
among the noise
a silent wastage
There might be a curfew in the city,
there is another,
In my cerebellum,
a massacre
of religion
of hunger
of drive etc.
scuffles a palpitating heart
into throbbing noisette
there is enough space for meaningless sounds
and gargling cries
of known and unknown
I would die, then
another death
everyday
for
somebody
Somewhere.
The city exhibits an abstract painting tomorrow.
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