darkness at the end of the tunnel
by SK Iyer
what a moving piece of work -
a nimble tread of a poem that walks
an array of words flows out
in a rhyme hitherto unheard of
powerful darkness stops the light
at either of the clichéd ends
wagon loads of deafening sounds
pass by crushing my benign thoughts
and I walk alone towards light
having lost my work
somewhere in the darkness behind
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