City Mirages

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Caustic. Abstract. Fantastical. Morose. Jyotirmoy Sil's verse reflects on the state of an absurd urban illusion.

When the tarried weary dawn would be fading darkness,
With the addicted hope waning like the cigarette’s ashes,
Breathing the burnt air
Smelling the foggy mirages
I will be here again,
To wait again…
Hoping the cloud to break.



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