Kritika Khandelwal


The Unspoken

</>The dreams, that were embedded in my eyes
The morning hues, the sunset, the sunrise
The mountain peaks, and we, trudging along
The springs, the flowers, the summer song
The comfort of your shoulders to rest my head
The emotions unexpressed, the words unsaid
More than your departure from my life
The unspoken petitions
Make it tough for me, to survive

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