Theme: Life


Something was born
was it love?
sprouting slowly, lazily, luxuriously
spreading its fingers like the dawn
I saw it for a moment
it danced in my heart
it gurgled in my being
it laughed in my soul
But suddenly there is a silence
a clash between the ideal and the real
you utter a word-the wrong one
now its lying on my bed and sobbing
you killed it...
you killed it...  


More By  :  Ishika Seth

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