Trotting along the dead street all alone,
Turning their faces to the dawn,
Stretched beyond eyes vision.
Faces around are but a hazy collage.
A burdened soul that draws a barren sigh
Trammeled within an impasse.
Oh! Loneliness, a tick seemed an eternity
The light of reason plagued by madness and insanity
Oh how I crave for the brimming sublime…
On the extracted face of smiles and reason.
- Asangba Tzudir, 4th Nov' 2010, JNU.
