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Aalok Sensharma

(7 december 1997 / Meerut/India)

Silent Ballet


The mirror shows me
How dark I was,
But, was it my fault?

I am just lost,
In a silent ballet!
Because it is the same darkness
As just it was before! !

I send myself
To a silent place,
In middle of a sad song
But now all those sad songs
Just dampen my tired eyes,
Because I can’t forget
What happened with ease!

Was, it my fault
Was, I that dark? ?

I am just standing alone,
With a lonely heart!
But I think that,
I had just passed! !


What can I do,
If I am not that!
But why nobody looked,
At me when I am not that bad! !

But, now I am standing alone,
In this silent ballet,
With a blanket of silence,
Which covers me! ! !

Submitted: Wednesday, May 07, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, May 07, 2014

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