12. Wanderers

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Oh my lovely familiar pain
You've found me once again

It's been a while
In a long time
I've felt so vile

It's said overtime you get numb
I ask them what proof do you have
The never ending misery
The lifeless toil
There is no numbing
It pains the same everytime

The drained eyes
The expressionless face
It's all the same
Yet afresh each time

The hate that darkens me to the core
The rage that blinds me to the soul
At last becomes tearstained cheeks and torn lips
I find myself walking on tips

I was shaking on the inside
I searched for shelter ,
There were none
It's only when I realised

In the world of faults
We're all wanderers
Different paths to roam
But...in the end of the day
when the night dwells
There is no home

_Narayani

_Narayani

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