SO LATE

E-Magazine, Students

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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