Turning the Corner
Turning the corner I glanced back
Nothing was visible, I drew a blank
Slowly at the end of the road
I saw the paddy field with toad
Flickering lanterns and resounding hymns
Fall from the cycle , flailing signs
Fishing out the cheapest clothes
Like flame flocking moths
Only no flame to engulf the shame
The frantic attempts to save the name
One by one I saw pillars falling off
And then I saw the whole dorm crashing off
Staring on the face
With no hiding place
The milestones of life ,
The endless strife
Turning the corner I again looked back
All the sights, all of them had made a serpentine line;
pitch black
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