Before The Revolution


Angry nights of solitude

Blank faces of nightmares

Voiceless pain of memories

Everything is so crucial


Everything is so fine tuned

With each others like the

Ecosystem in and around

All are in perfect harmony


And I alone lonely along with my

Broken dreams and failed desires

Fractured faiths and buried beliefs,

Like the hermits walking on


Time has crumbled around

The space and Eternity~

Like the wounded soldiers

In the battlefields, in wars


Still I’m walking barefooted

Praying for new hopes

Around the unseen horizon

To meet with someone like me

           Some day... somehow …


13th October’ 2018



  • Author: NilavroNill (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2023 09:42
  • Category: Sociopolitical
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