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Dec 2018
You utter a cry;
It echoes
Down the green-blue hills
As though there be many
And then you wait,
Ears alert,
For a response.

Soon, the echo dies;
The quiet and the stillness
Becomes unbearable,
Doubts creep in,
Mind agitates;
Why did I utter that cry?
You ask.
Written by
Ravinder Kumar Soni  74/M/Delhi, India.
(74/M/Delhi, India.)   
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