Updated: Nov 20
Sitting in a cave,
I look forward to only two things in life -
A call from the west
Or a call from Death.
I only wish,
Whichever would happen,
Let it happen sooner.
But the cave is getting darker day by day.
When I was looking for a beacon
There came a candle light
A light which was wished for but forgotten.
The light wants me to stay inside the cave.
I am afraid that it might happen.
Because I know it will happen.
Nevertheless, I do not want it to happen.
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