Murmuring Night
i stroll along
the stray pavements
of crowded and deserted
pathways staring about
like an insomniac doll
if i look confused
if what i speak
lacks clarity
it's because
i'm searching
i'm searching
for life and love
i know it's futility
as much as you do
i once tasted love and life
in fleeting moments though
now
under night's
blanketed sleeplessness
in stoic silence, i murmur...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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