End of Day

numb to the bone
I reflect on stupendous days
did my life turn around
or is it only a view?

Am I the same person
who woke up with a yawn
to smell the coffee,
swallowed all venom,

shed skin several times
emerged wiser
but a different person
at the end of day?

So what if
the venue’s still the same
I’ve traveled thousand miles
long before I came

What does it feel like
when all have left
Is the soul enriched
or my life bereft?


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