The Last Passenger

He could see his "youth" in the boy, The boy sat at the corner of the street, nervous and still, The taxi driver could recollect his past, What could he do, Neither can he empathize nor can he console him, The Eerie silence added horror to the boy's almost moist eyes, The driver bought a... Continue Reading →

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