Ears closer to his heart
While Fears settled inside the cart..
A hollow wind
And a subtle tint..
Afraid to touch
But not so much..
As eyes narrated
Worries agitated..
A free mind
Away from the grind..
Holding hands
As fingers talk..
Abrupt footsteps
Stealing a walk..
To return where
The journey stir..
Even though bleak
Couldn’t hide but speak..
Empty clouds descended
Pathways pretended..
Closing eyes gulped tears alone.
Slept dead till dawn
Till she woke up to be called Unknown.  

Thoughts By - Pratiksha Misra


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