DATE-25/08/2025

Topic-A Door Made of Whispers

Morning to night, from dim to shine,
Across a street, working for a dime,
In struggling hours, I think of lifeless hours,
‘Why am I here’, I ask myself all the time.

Have to quit this, have to feel ecstasy of life,
But these doorless doors act as a wall,
Craved from echoes of broken souls,
They don’t let me quit this rat trap at all.

DATE-26/08/2025

Topic-The Last Green

Sore eyes, seeing a green leaf,
On an abandoned tree,
Feeling the silent gloom, like an abyss of dreams,
Days passed on, it stayed there all alone,
Shinning in the silence, with the smiling teeth’s,
It’s a green leaf in an alone tree.