Friday, May 1, 2020

TIME BY APARAJITA APRA

Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the morning light
As I pass the wet eyes
And people struggle all night
They are scared,  they want to be healed
They don't want the skeletons from closets to be revealed
The deception looks so sweet, when the truth gets concealed
I want the people back on streets again
To smile for better tomorrow with no pain
They are dying, they are crying
Even their tears are drying
We want to be at a happy place
Not to fall from grace
It looks so abase
Its all a tragic phase
Of happiness I see no trace
Its a time that needs to replace
Its not a rat race

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