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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