Slowly-Slowly

Slowly-Slowly

Life is now like the hands of a clock,

Slowly- slowly.

Found more sorrow in the search of happiness, but found happiness,

Slowly- slowly.

When yearned for loved ones, it was the strangers who supported us,

Now even they are leaving,

Slowly-slowly.

Now cities have less homes,

Even they are turning into buildings,

Slowly-slowly.

Humans are no longer humans,

They are now turning into effigies,

Slowly-slowly.

Vishal Kaushal

This is my first book of poetry. I am trying to portray my thoughts on paper with the help of my poems. Time passed, looks changed, thoughts changed, met new people, made new friends, and some people I still remember and some people who still remember me.

           

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