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Jul 2020
In the strange room, 24*7
People come and go, without any name
Are they ghost or reincarnated?
Day and night long, remains the question.

They don't talk when i talk
My words remain gibberish
Their tears and laughter is silent
Coldness of a morgue, feverish

Death visits everyday, regretted but smiling
Does his duty , bodies are pilling
Some of them will return in this room
Speechless words and uncanny smiling....
Rana roy
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Rana roy  50/M/India
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