Sunday, April 5, 2015

What else

tr. from Varun Grover's 'Kya Karein'

I feel empty
like the last breath,

and no matter
how much balm the morning holds,
it is always less;

what else to do, but walk,
what else to do, but see this through;

when we were young, we were told
"Life is innocent (true!)"
now we know, now that the bullet's
going through.

Varun Grover

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