The whole day finishes
I am seated in seclusion.
No play of heart,
No start of love—
No transcendental discourse.
There’s fear of defeat
To unbearable torment of inner sense;
Life is filled up with absence of pomp,
I remain paused at my playroom ---
That there’s invisible ache somewhere.
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