Drop by drop i saw
Shedding in the leaves of leaping flame
Have you seen deadpan tears ?
They are melt of .
Broken fire ,broken dreams ,and broken soul .
All my little eyes saw in bruised broken bangles.
My little heart balked to revolt ,but too much was her endurance !
It was not a tale of yearlong ,
But long a long
So long that nobody want to remember
Even my pen don’t want to spread much ink
As it brings a flood of red tears in black December .
Dr Pragya Suman
copyright@pragya suman
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC
Drop by drop i saw
Shedding in the leaves of leaping flame
Have you seen deadpan tears ?
They are melt of .
Broken fire ,broken dreams ,and broken soul .
All my little eyes saw in bruised broken bangles.
My little heart balked to revolt ,but too much was her endurance !
It was not a tale of yearlong ,
But long a long
So long that nobody want to remember
Even my pen don’t want to spread much ink
As it brings a flood of red tears in black December .
Dr Pragya Suman
copyright@pragya suman
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