Shree parno - A Question

No one rang, my doorbell is sleeping from past three days,
And there remains certain things of ugly
No one call me, so my cellphone is silent.
And My laptop not in use for that days and my ipod yet to work
I am feeling no faith and thy mind whome I felt in boyhood
How strange is it to believe that sharp truth
For that fading of my fame - my youths,
I saw and saw the whole night with those silent after silent windows
But no one knocking, especially thy lady whome I loved
Only a lone wallclock voices through all my flat—through all my body
I am still on the bed and still waiting for seconds minutes and hours
Are those dark thoughts of world rolled my mind, and my age?

Shree parno

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