No warning, no pain
With no notice, it fell again
Without a word, it seems so helpless
This banal life has made it wreak less
Longing since eons to trickle
That couldn't be mollified even by a tickle
No time for reminiscence, nothing to jubilate
Good things left, long back to commemorate
Submissive to defeat and prey to humiliate
No fuel to exult but to attenuate
Left to the scorn & an exegesis to glower
Running from the countenances in order to cower
Her eyes were searching for those of her peers
But no one stood there, to wipe those Silent Tears !
1 comment:
Deafening silence indeed
keep it rollin;)
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