My every shaking
step counts the numbers
of dying dogs
fed up with life
My stories did never
make sense
because they see into life
not as it is
My count down show started
when I saw my Mom
sold her life to God
for seemingly no reasons
That is why
I wake up to sleep.
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Author:
Hribhu Dey (
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- Category: Reflection
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