Yes, I Listen Poem by Piyush Mishra
Yes, I Listen
Yes I listen,
to the gullible streets in the winter,
deserted,
As if a dead society is left
to blossom,
in the hills far from anyone's reach.
To the living,
staying hidden is pleasurable,
they have been there before many others,
But the old remarks the stillness,
walks through the dawn of cruelty,
And I have seen in his eyes,
darings of last adventure,
reflections of a struggled past.
But the old remarks of stillness Walks through the dawn of cruelty And I have seen in his eyes daring of last adventure, reflection of a struggled past. I loved the poem nicely sketched.Thanks for sharing A huge 10++++ Piyushjee.I want more like this from you. Regards.
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9/23/2024 10:38:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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