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My fingers never allowed me to count more than 10
But I could count each days that passed like a ceasing candle.
A candle because I wished for one so that I could see my companions
We were a group of sixty in this dark room.
The door opened 59 times flooding our eyes with light.
I am missing a friend who succored me till yesterday;
who filled my ears with his growling stomach owing to hunger.
Though I couldn’t hear mine,my tummy imitated the same.
I did not see any one of them ever again.
After the dreadful 59 days, today is my turn
And this day I realized not every light is a sign of freedom and not every dark is an escape.
I can’t predict which of my organs gonna breath again
but I’m sure this world will fail to spot me again.

This picture was submitted by Jeffin T Varghese.