Anisha Das

Rookie (26th February)

A Sightless Stranger

Deep, deep within the earth I lie,
To let the winds let out a mournful cry.
The moon lets down a silver sheet,
To creep upon the grave's entangling weeds.

My soul treads upon the silent land,
Leaving behind a stretch of virgin sand.
My heart lets out a soundless wail,
Which blows away along the tireless gale.

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