Deep down, down the memory lane
Was created a vaccuum
Months,Years and then decades pass by
That vaccuum deepens
More like a hollow vessel
Making more sound than,
When it's filled
Vaccuum's noise making his ears
Deaf and senses meaningless
There are n number if people around
Alas! All are strangers in their
Strangest manners,
And there is given a tap on his back
He returns back
To the old world trying to be
In tune with modernity
Surrounding the empty vessels
Roaming here and there
All around him
And he is choking midst the
Deafening sound created by vessels
So much so he could not
Hear anything now
Neither he could feel anything
For anyone
And then he lived happily ever after
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