Monday 4 June 2018

Unspoken


Spoken unspoken
Numerous thoughts
Few got graved
Few burst
Burning
Building
Bridges across
Spoken unspoken
Numerous thoughts.




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  1. Vishal Bheeroo12 June 2018 at 21:16

    Love the contrast and expression in the beautifully churned poem :)

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Do scribble down few words ...it motivates :)

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