Empty halls

Nothing is here to roll on

Sounds of love, so cold

No face appear in the mirror

I hanged on the wall.

 

Now all the tickets have sold on

Future has refused to take

More shows

All seats are so empty

Even the dust has refused to sit on

Empty halls

Nothing is left here

To roll on.

                                                                                Smriti Thakur

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