In Silence

Sharing the sorrow is an Art.

Which no body possess today,

Even the ‘near’ those who are ‘Dear,’

Had a spear to knock down to death.

‘Breath’- the body but the soul is dead,

Situation what alter- makes heart afraid.

There were times of being ‘nobody’,

And also time alters to be ‘somebody’.

Time, opportunity and existence has a role,

‘Dear’ ones define the certain goal.

Existence is when wrapped out,

A position of ‘insanity’ rises in silence.

Every moment and every second,

Leaves the trace of ‘Passover’.

Gloomy eyes once again deeply fade,

Without ones notice from the ‘date’.

The ‘hasty facts’ sequences longer,

Seeking the bliss but fades to be shorter.


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