P oetry borns when the pen bleeds
O n a piece of paper in silence sure
E nlisting emotions sweet or sour
T hrobbed out from a pent-up heart
R ightly to go and touch your heart
Y ielding you to feel and ponder that.
© Prafulla Panda, India.
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