The horizon vanished
Vision faded
The road lies abandoned
But i walk.
No thorns, but no greenery.
No sun, but not placid.
No problems, but no meaning.
Mechanical movements.
Celebrations come to end on one side.
Celebrations starts at another.
Celebrations intermittent althrough.
In life but not in heart.
Iam lost somewhere
Despite the superficial dignity.
Some columns remain unfilled
Even though filled to the brim
But i dont want these words to be registered
Else i be labelled a monger.*
Though my vision blurred
The road exists in full stretch.
I walk it
Guided by unseen hands.
Vigour should have been.
But i spilled it somewhere.
*This means Iam no monger.
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