A nervous laughter

A perishable chatter..

A silent slaughter
A devotional disaster..
Unheard words
Desirable chords..
A distinct shadow
An unreleased arrow..
The peasant look
The shallow Brook..
The garden wet
The flowers did melt..
Naked feet touching the grass..
The smell of Earth like rebirth..
Clinging quiet
A solo recite..
Chilly breeze
As life ceased..
An abrupt stop
A sudden drop..
And I Stood still.
Against My Will..

Thoughts by - Pratiksha Misra.


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