By Jyoti Singh:
How long did it take,
for the world to change?
Once a beloved,
now a nursing maid.
The presence of life once felt
with fun and frolic,
now the pleasure is sardonic.
The pallid sunset
threatens the memory of day.
My reflections now
filthy and sordid today.
The swelling moon now,
invites the swooning fate.
Should I wake up to lie again?