I feel nostalgic
A flow back to the end of time
The bad days gone by
I lack the vigour to survive!
A desire for liberation
To find the unknown
In its constant movement
Am I stuck here alone?
A bird without a wing
A sleep without a dream
Will it remain like this?
A stagnant stream!
The rains not over
The stains will remain
It’s an aberration
It haunts my brain!
– © Nachiketa Sanyal