Numb

Author: Pooja Parsahar

Vibrant city

and moving cadavers,

Smiling lips

and mourning eyes,

Bleeding heart

in a ‘VERSACE’ chemise,

Suicidal marks

under a ‘CARTIER’ ticker,

Yes, I smell money

and hear cacophony,

My faith plummets

and so my chest-throb,

Have resplendent gems,

still a thirsty soul it is,

Today, I touched myself,

and finally numb it is….

Too numb..

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