Soul has pined since long
Leaving you in the breakfast table
with cyclone and rain
I did try with birthing and love
Got cold dinners, whispering solitude and hours
slaughtering my nights to inconsolable, visceral mornings..
Multitudes been spent on you
Inexhaustible rituals of hope and catastrophe
I don't plan to return anymore to the unconsumed decay
I am walking towards newness
Soul has pined since long....
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