Jun
06
2018
By Anindya Chaudhuri on Wed, 06/06/2018 - 17:16 IST
Outside, lights;
in the darkness,
a car rolls by
with the vigour, of a sloth.
Or perhaps my cloying senses
refuse to hearken,
to the pounding of my heart.
Dusk's shadows walk past me;
On the road to nowhere;
On the road to..