I was watching the boiling pot &
Two decades have passed.
Had no desire to move from my seat.
Sat there like I just
Woke up from a nightmare
With an infinite gaze in my eye.
Heavy feet are glued to the ground.
Clammy,alone with no one I can rely..

I was watching the boiling pot &
Years and years have passed.
Colors faded..tears shedded..
Feet have changed their path.
A distant voice; in my head
Faded away, just the raucous left.
Forgotten all thoughts that I needed
To drive myself away from firth..

I was watching the boiling pot &
Twenty years have passed.
The room is darker than the night
I left myself for the last
Time stopped while gasping for air. Soul trapped & face disappear.
A flair of a child had crawl to the lane
To scrabble some lines of birth..


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