Of Emptiness

An empty crucible cannot be emptied further

Even a feeble wind sets it into a coerced motion

Swaying with an empty stare without any care

Rare streak of resistance cannot stop its journey

A facade of being carefree and untroubled 

Fools the eyes, but the ears do not miss the murmur

Of emptiness it bothers about in a lonely corner

A world that grumbles about such feelings

Transforms into belligerent force of torment

Malicious winds narrate the emptiness to the world

Vulnerable to the forces that will fracture its existence


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