Selene by Nachi Keta


late night. the train races.

tulips, trees, and trains leave

plants, poles, pigs, and people.

and demons of memories-

even they wither.

or is it that

i leave them behind?

only the moon glimmers.

only he wanders with me.

Nachi Keta

A dropout of some of the most prestigious institutes in India, Nachi Keta is a Kidney Transplant Recipient. He considers himself too old for this world, which is too full of healthy bodies, which are too stuffed with words, which are too despairing for this world, which is too young for him. He loves his privacy and pretends to be a SAGE (@KetaNachi).

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