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Theme: Pain


I am running out of patience,

slowly, steadily, 

like fragrance,

oozing out of a bottle of perfume.


I am in a silo,

which feels hollow,

as my boat doesn't float,

on water which is shallow.


Numerous steps forward,

my dreams are cornered,

visibly diminished,

but not lacking in character.


Patience is pain,

I forget it's virtue,

the strength I need to regain,

to carry on again.


I am tired,

and yet inspired,

to do the things,

I desired.



More By  :  Anusha Badhwar

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