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Tribhu Nath Dubey

Horror Fantasy

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Tribhu Nath Dubey

Horror Fantasy

Lost

Lost

1 min
495


In that narrow alley

He lost himself 

Everything there 

The burgeoning trees, side parterres,

Sprawling houses and sobbing huts 

Stationed cars and the fading sun

All had a usual day

In that broad daylight 

He lost himself 

In that narrow alley


Could not find 

And gather himself

That blew off somewhere

As strewn hay

In such a little time

In that narrow alley


After a night-long penance 

Envisioning and determination

He had started off a broadway

Cruising confidently 

To a hallowed destination

Descended to an alluring alley

At a destined fork 

In a blip of stroke 

To lose himself

In that narrow alley 


He carried a confidence

And was sure of his charm

He dreamt of a new path 

To the hallowed destination

But was disarmed 

By the magic of the alley

He, the broadway speedster

Was imprisoned to the depth and the breadth 

Of the narrow alley.


He failed to fathom and to pass

He maneuvered, starved,

Exasperated and evaporated 

To be strewn like rootless grass

In the wuthering alley

And he lost himself

In that narrow alley 


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