sekharan pookkat


Sad Song


Singing of birds
Heard not now
Humming of bees
Echos in mind.

Lovable songs
Estopped now
And changed rhythms
Hit not soul.

Waiting for new
Composed yet
Revolves around
Bringing it hard.

Strings of Lyre
Broke unto pieces
Mending hard
Till to get new

Heat emitted not
To melt snow
Of wishes
In the dawn of ashes

Hard to find
words of love
And peace so sweet
To fill up pace

Songs are sad
And lyre is bad
Rhythm is new
To enjoy all

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 07, 2014

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To reset my mind from loneliness

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