Mayhem

Nov 16, 2022

1 min read

By Bijita Sharma

No, it wasn't my scream.

You

were standing in the midst of,

bustling road.

No,

it wasn't my tears

that

house lizard

peed on you.

And

indeed, it wasn't my hair

infinitesimal broom strand

perched

on you.

which

came along with

the gale you have evaded

all the life.

Don't

scream or howl now,

it's

your fate this time.

Endure it,

and breathe with it.

By Bijita Sharma

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