She created me with her own image,
Bestowing the physicality but not the courage,
She took that with her,
I look upon those skies,I cann't she her anymore.
She is gone and so are you,
Heaving one in the dark oceanic abyss,
I don't know what will arise from chaos,
My peaceful death or satanic destruction.
Those who left me have left me,
I need none else anymore,
Just like the first rays have the only goal,
To light the world and enlighten the soul,
I am left with the only hope,
To merge with death, giving rest to my painful soul.
Amar Singh
M.A. (Previous)
Department of English
Banaras Hindu University
Varanasi
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