I am waiting by a dark alley
In the Village that promised me, Sally -
A lamp flickers far off the north end,
Walking am I for months to make my ascent.

The roads riddled with *** holes and bends,
Towards that golden hue end;
Is this an urban mirage I see -
Am I close now to feel thee?

So many questions of anguish, burst my heart;
Yet stoic I stand in my rundown heels with dirt,
Tears run down as my head hits my pillow, I know not yet
If the universe conspires to fall in love with me.

-Sauvik Dey