Anish Chouhan (14.03.1984 / Ballarshah)
Life is field with hue and cries.
skies are dry,
smile has went, which i can't buy.
Air is warm,
light is dark,
I stare at my shadow on the chark.
The life, which spoke in about to disappear.
Now when I hear the sound of pouring rain.
Wound so green,
These cuts are all that remain compassion.
My heart squeeze,
My breath token,
I slept with my eyes wide open.
Quietly i say,
Everything was in front but under the cover.
I was innocent,
I was weak,
And mistake I did, I didn't even speak.
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