Thank You

Sneha Christall
3 min readMay 10, 2022
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Leave your education, designation, denomination,

Your bank balance and clout, at the gates

Where uniformed guards pat you down

Wordlessly, before you proceed.

Because, none of it matters once you find yourself in the

Echoless chamber.

Up above, a lone ceiling fan

Creaks heavy with resignation,

Offering little respite to

The bodies huddled underneath,

Clamoring for space

On the slatted wooden benches.

In the great hall nearby, convened

Ordinary humans, tasked with the extraordinary.

Dressed in black garb, white collars,

And an all-important air,

They make a living out of blurring lines,

Molding the truth,

And finding the grey areas

That best suited their agenda.

As time wears on in the echoless chamber,

Exhaustion spills out in a hundred little ways.

While some guard themselves with masks and sanitizer

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Sneha Christall

Wanderer, memory collector. Writer for A Little Bit Better, Be Yourself, Change Becomes You, Hello, Love, Mindfully Speaking and On the Couch.