Today the verses have been muzzled
Emotions strangled to death
The quill has been buried
The ink laid to rest

Buried deep down under
The overwhelming weight of expectations

Burnt alive in fuels of accused misunderstandings
Of what use is a verse that hurts?
Heroes retire
Sportsmen hang their boots
The poet has hence decided to
Die a natural death
No funeral
No ritual
Just absence and a resting oblivion

The ‘dusk’ now mingles and rests in darkness of night

@ ’dusk’…