Theme: Singer


Your voice is like the wind,

Like an anguished current of air 

weaving in and out of the streets

of a long-abandoned city,

Crying out a melody of melancholy and loss


Like piano keys in minor, in an empty room

A scream of suffering that no one can hear

A solitary, lonely sound...


Your voice, like a gale, hits me,

and I stumble backwards,

overwhelmed by its ferocity, its pain.


Yet, in listening to you, 

why do I feel so alive? 


More By  :  Rupashri Chatterjee

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