Musings
Gritty, harsh floor
Coldness, giving sores
Understated emotions
Numbness in store
Brazen truth too abrasive
Bonds fragile, people evasive
Mindful contusions
Monotonous chores
Years of cold solitude
No respite from fortitude
Missing solutions
Growing on ever more.
Dry, harsh reality
Weak heart, fragility
Growing distortions
Can’t take it anymore…
Chitra Bisht
