“Whose is the corpse
Amidst the chasm
Growing within
Floating around, abound
Yet carries no face
As if asking those
indifferent onlookers
To draw the shape
Of a gaze, long dead
Buried deep beneath
The contours of
A fading shadow
There lies
Some droplets still
Belying the
Melting screams, and
Hollowed echoes
Of solitude
Unseen, Unheard
Neither caressed
Nor held closed
Oh! How it drowns in
Those unrelenting metaphysical abysses…”
Praveen Parasar
14/10/2018
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