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Body's Vibrations

A worn out diary breathes in my chest
It carries billions of words
Yet it never wept.
The rhythm of falling rain
Soothes the hollow veins
In which no blood rests.
How to kill the roots without hurting the leaves?
Million of questions are embedded in it.
How to rinse off the walls of skull
Without peeling off the skin?

Questions give way to more questions
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Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and dreams,pain,life and death,love
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unnikrishnan E S 02 June 2018

Hi Asavri, A worn out diary, that is breathing in one's chest.... lovely concept. And profound thoughts. Nice poem. Good to see you on ph..

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Tom Billsborough 15 September 2016

good rhythm to a fine poem. Always to look for the unchangeable.

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Yuko Onishi 03 August 2016

nice poem, loved the flow of it

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Asavri Dhillon 24 September 2016

Thank you!

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Edward Kofi Louis 03 August 2016

Yet it never wept! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Asavri Dhillon 24 September 2016

Thanks sir!

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