“Only if we could
measure
Our discontent, deprive, melancholia
We would know how many glasses of the night
Would suffice to get us drunk, and to look beyond the voids
Of our blackened heart,
Only if we could measure
Our longings, dread, cowardice
We would know how much of darkness would suffice
To kill us, and bury us beneath the tick-tock of the clock -
the eternal conqueror,
Only if we could measure
Our lies, truths, sins
We would know how much of the death would suffice
To let us fade away in abyss of overwhelming days
Where our corpse our preserved and measured
For how alive we are, alas!
Praveen Parasar
25/01/2017
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