As I lay here under this streetlight,
At this forgotten lane,
I wonder how I usually breathe without a veil.
Time is running way too fast than I count,
That I couldn't even have a moment to live my life as best I could,
And now all I have left is this hard and uneven road,
With pebbles and rocks that keep hurting me every time I walk.
© 2021 JYOTI SHUKLA