MIASMA

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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