A normal day travel on a train can cause you to write wonders, just by looking at the happenings inside your boggy. Have you felt the same?
Through the shadows of night,
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| Saga of a Survivor |
I travelled by a way of mockers;
They gossip about black dime,
And meek treasures of human slaughter.
A path so broad and open,
Full of souls that lust of the mortal.
Evil spirits haunt till dawn,
Around Castles of Living ‘Dead men’.
The new moon must rise,
Till then they carry their melodrama,
And once they’re drunk deep with love,
They lose conscious and murder.
Hastily missing each foul did I,
Survival as Only Aim in mind,
I cast these thoughts away,
Like a butterfly on a glide...
Written By: Anoop M. Mathew
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