Misreading-
the time zone, clock
refuses to rewind.
The brain shuts,
absenting the self.
No seeing no hearing.
The street,
resuscitates you.
Train whistles to take you away.
What home?
There was no destination.
You will not reach anywhere.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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