Inevitable

By Vighnesh Anil

Life goes on,

even if your four walls

are smaller than his bathroom.

Even if the lamp dies

and candle becomes your almighty,

for now.

Even if the bag of cement outweighs you.

Even when the smell of midnight paint

fills your lungs.

Even if your spawn reeks of hunger.

Even when the soles have turned

to shoes.

Even after the tear-soaked results.

Even when her body reeks of death.

Even if.

Even when.

By Vighnesh Anil