What is this destitute feeling?
All these years I have achieved nothing
But the faint emotions that arose
And I justify it.
It is I who flew here
To fulfil dreams and stay away from reality
Though my pace is a steady walk
Non-existent
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The days are inept
I must be ecstatic for myself
Because the tears seem licentious for others
I drench in London’s morose rain
Because nobody cares what you do
Days seems ignoble between noble dreams
Did I fail to bring change? Or I do expect more!
The soul cannot fulfil wishes
The mind suffers from exhilaration
And wherever I walk
The paths are obscure and lonely
The paths are dark and horrifying.
Aravind is a doctorate candidate at Anglia Ruskin University, UK
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