Slithering amidst slime
The struggle is to stand
But there is nothing to hold
The yawning façade of wall
That flaps it’s spotless whiteness
And is perched with perfection
While the floor pulls down
It hurts everytime we fall
And it hurts more when
Everytime we fail to bounce
Regardless of our strife
The wall continues to tower
Upon the attempts on the ground
Delhi
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