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kiran goswami May 2018
Stolen kisses, pretty lies
Untied hair and tears in her eyes.
Trembling hands and
Quivering tongue
Her tried throat knew she cried.
Broken promises lay down
Shattered dreams on the ground.
Her broken wings were lying there,
How could the bird sing now.
Flowing blood and silent shrieks
All her cries and long sleeves,
Hid all her scars beneath.
Falling down, no hand to hold
Crashed upon the love she holds.
Life she lived and life she lost,
Frozen heart and painful thoughts.
Cold feelings but warm breath
Who could now mend her heart,
She lost today though died everyday,
An angel brought a hideous beast from inside.
kiran goswami May 2018
Deep down the soul
Arises her song
Sung by all,
Heard by none.
Contentment is bitter
Silence is louder
Deep down the soul
His thoughts cry
Satisfaction is no more
Rest are all lies
Maybe presence of one
Is absence of the other
It's only 'Hope'
that
Can be seen
In the world of blind possessions.

— The End —