In the way to hell….

In the way to hell….

A path burning with fire,
Absolutely no hope & desire.
Ear tearing cries I can hear,
That road, like Dead Blood Smear.
I am Broken, still, I am walking,
No one is there, but, I am talking.
I even can’t return,
Though having much concern.
I am dragging myself through the path,
I am turned Red with my Blood’s bath.
I can’t cry, I can’t laugh,
Neither I am full, nor I am half.
I am unknown & no one is there to teach,
I am walking aimlessly, don’t know where to reach.
I am Dead, but still want to Die,
I have desire to weep, but still can’t cry.
I just know, this path is not straight.
I am Scattering in Fragments, still called ‘Sanket’…

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