asma bahrainwala - ! Apathy

The sun sets and the darkness proliferates.
It is not in an instant.
It slowly shrouds like a pall,
Thickening, each moment,
Becoming impenetrable.

But the darkness within
Has been eternal,
Neither presaged by a setting sun
Nor in hope of being followed
By a mounting one.

I languish in it.
Not that I lack the nerve
To surmount it.
Rather, I wish to remain so.
It is quite convenient.




05th January 2009
00.03 am

asma bahrainwala

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