SO LATE
I saw till the end of the horizon
But could see only darkness
I heard till the end of the songs
But could hear only silence
I smelled the flowers in all the gardens
But could not find the fragrance
And I even tried to feel the sun against my skin
And even it felt numb and cold and without hope
I wish I could get my senses again
My hopes, my desires or at least my pain
I wish I could live my dreams again
I wish that I was not late, not so late!
By Muskan Borar
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