Tuesday, 27 March 2018

Words those were prisoned in the pauses
Words are now jewel shining like an art

Words those were the mysteries
Words are now wheeling with the stars

Words those never knew each other
Words are now alien limit of an ocean

Words those were trapped grazing the death barriers
Words are now cherished as a leaflet of quartz

- Rahul Srivastava

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