Heart Is A Deserted Station!

Heart is a deserted station. 

No trains to stop by…

No loved ones to greet warmly,

Not even grim faces of those  

parting ways. 

No trace of life_                 

Nor that familiar sight where

everyone is in inexplicable hurry,

And some cursing 

the slow march of time_

Just a doleful quiet, ashen-faced

Seeping out of every corner.

In this moment of gnawing loneliness 

I see a big vast desert 

grown inside me.

Haunted by its own expanse of desolation…

In eternal wait of a happy caravan

or ……. forever dissipation.


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