A dim room
And its wall
Ah! Weak at the knees
Dark
No lights within
Hotchpotch
Staying awake
Exploring
Searching
the corner of its corpse
for muse
Gazing into the murky depth of it
Frustrated, irritated
With empty bowl
Begging and yearning for the alms of words
Oh! My muse has deserted me!!!
Rajdeep bhattacharya
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