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Waking up each day

Hoping to find a way

Away from this abyss

Each day without a miss.

But do the Gods have an ear?

Is the end coming near?

I wake up each day

Asking is there any way?

More than half a day

Seated like a mould of clay

In front of classes

My beloved masses.

Is this enough? I ask

Blurry eyed through a task

I wish I could sit together,

I wish I could laugh together.

I say to myself in an empty room

That’s gone grey filled with my own gloom

My friends can feel it, I feel it

In their texts, a moment I steal.

To settle my heart, that jumps

This is temporary, a few bumps

I say to myself and listen on

To my lectures till they too are gone.

A dark screen is left with me

Wishing there was a ‘we’

Having senseless discussions at lunch

Getting yelled at, sneaking brunch.

But I am left with a dark screen

With none to ask how I’ve been

I stretch to find none beside

As the phone rings by my side.

~Kushala Shanubhog