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Only The Heart Knows...

The winter's sun is tepid
the grass grows by inches.
It hasn't rained today.
Does it rain in winter you ask?
Yes it does, I say
it does...
In my heart.

In my heart is a battlefield.
It rains there, thunders as well.
Only the quietude of these hills know.
They traverse realities.
Like me and my heart.

The sun now thickens like a fog.
Suddenly darkens...
The little bird in my heart knows.
When will I escape this winter
with lengthening shadows
and a mist swirling around the pines?

Only the heart knows...


More By  :  Ananya S Guha

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