By Sangeetha Alagiriswamy
My senses are so numb,
I feel like living in my mother’s womb.
The loneliness in which I live,
Makes me feel that I’m not alive.
Waiting for the things to change,
Even ready to give my life in exchange.
My senses are so numb,
I feel like living in my mother’s womb.
Every drudgery ends with pain,
How to gather courage again?
When I think about my inefficacy,
I feel only the agony.
My senses are so numb,
I feel like living in my mother’s womb.
By Sangeetha Alagiriswamy
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