Walking with heavy steps,
On the unwinding street,
With an uncanny silence,
In the heart that bleeds.
Birds dipping their wings in the orange sky,
Street lamps are on as the sun says goodbye,
People walk away as they become mere shadows,
But the lonely vagabond aimlessly follows.
Drunk with the pain and sorrow all around,
She's lost control of visions and sounds,
Her whole world starts going round and round,
Her heart becomes heavy and starts to pound.
The lonely vagabond's heart becomes hollow,
As she laboriously stalks down to the gallows
Slowly and steadily her eyes become red,
And the very next day she is found dead.
Yours poetically,
The Literary Artisan 💖
(A/N: This poem is a collaboration with my best friend Sagnik Ballabh. )
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