A moment in life
No soul seems dear
Entering tangible world
With baggage of solitude
No language and words
Only still presence
Seeing without eyes
Listening without reply
A deeply fixed wall
Devotee of our sight
Reading the questions
And embossing on itself
A slender nicotine stick
Burnt by every tear
Relieves the mind free
Lowering a bit of darkness
Everything surrenders
But they still run quickly
The thoughts that hide
In every alive nerve
-- Tanvi D
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