“Hiatus”

Torn being awakening soul,
And interrupted memories are melting
As if graveyard mist!

Chasing ritzy delights of life,
Imprisoned in words,
Of rises and falls!

Emptiness since an epoch!
Barren pages in quest of the missing,
Silky loin in her dawn!
Torn being awakening soul!

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2017, 25th March nitusmita saikia (published)