Abhishek Kumar Singh (08/06/1994)
found to be finding what i lost while loosing in this weather
for the charioteer of heart the chariot was all a puppet
but the threads self-sharpened until the sharpness became feather
lanced his soul after a long before blood came over the gloss of sweat
his lanterns slept & the beginning of dead-ends began to sing without an end
he arrived to me side-winding with the dead while i was asleep in a dream
in afterlife my eyes were about to be a mirror's part for the first second
but how the land below my feet went so barren? & started to flow like stream
why? i keep telling to my hollowness, to them what i'm found to be!
i'm found to find the depth of hollowness.
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