For days I have dug,
Bricks, stones, concrete all
Digging, digging every moment,
Waiting for that moment,
When the golden ray of sunshine
Would light this life.
Jerking, I wake up
What a rude awakening
All for naught.
I pretend, pretend that light
Has alighted upon me.
Oh what an artist am I,
Learnt to paint a smile.
Only these nights know,
How beside the gorge I sit.
Insignificant. On the precipice.
Fizzle out I might.
Toxic miasma breathed out.
I need an escape. Help!
-Dishna Phukan
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