The Wilderness Within
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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The mirror above the washbasin
Reflects a lonely face
Eyes sad cheeks shaved clean
They tell of an inner wilderness.
A space that you alone traverse
There's none but yourself to converse
Outside the teeming world roars
You are shut within closed doors.
Soon you compromise for a sleep
No dreams to soothe no relationship
No lullaby to douse the heart's fire
You embrace the dark, slip into its mire.
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