The goods have become ephemeral

Happy faces have started irking

Solitude is the only thing that jubilate

Everything around seems gloomy

No one around to paint the world rosy

Memories haunts, hope died

This was not who I used to be

But sadly this is how life has come to me

Prakriti Pandey

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