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Sleep

Sleep

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That newly constructed road resembles me

Hard and tough with potholes

I am suffocating like a labourer in the sewer

With no masks and safety gear

Death has become a part of my life

With people hanging at the train doors


I am that foul water running from the tap

which has to be boiled before drinking

Exam has killed me and exhausted my heart

Hope I will get the question paper on time


A politician in the saffron is just like me

Seems true but really fake

I am that unnoticed dog on the street

Who barks and chases the passing vehicles

I am really high on a term called past

Sipping rat poison for my hangover


My marksheet has been stuck in the previous college

And I have written an application to find my future

Everything has become so expensive

Yesterday I bought happiness with 18% GST

I have become that abstract piece of art

Really weird and confusing


Love is shit and reality is real

Success has become a need in life

I am voting for a party called development

Lying down and looking in the sky for hope

Finally the sun has rose

But I have slept deep...!


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