I am quiet now days they say.
Maybe I saw my death,
with my own eyes.
A cubicle,
some files,
one laptop,
and a lifelong regret in heart.
And that cubicle is no more
a room,
it is a coffin now,
coffin to my dreams,
my passion
and me,
I am alive
or am I dead already
with my eyes open,
heart beating but wishes
all killed
and tell me,
what is a life without wishes,
Maybe death is better then,
maybe.
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