As the dawn break Night Fall,
I lose Again.
I grit to fight, of undone rift
I fail Again.
Done with the broken laden pieces
thou break me Again
Try retain, try sustain-
the reverie splits them
I’m tired, vanquished- meeting,
Gosh!! its becoming hard,
scream to brim, refrain to abstain,
yet lie underneath- as a growing epitaph
A kindle hope;
May the enshrine dove fro,fly Again…
– Jajati Mishra