By Joyal Gupta
I will take a step back,
I will take the fall,
Although I never had before.
A misstep breaks the edge.
Boulevards burn as I move towards hell,
My shout pierces through the air,
A melancholic blanket prevents it to escape.
My message never reached those who cared.
Again, shall I gather,
Rise like never before.
From the ashes they held in despair.
By Joyal Gupta
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