The Silent Cry Poem by Seba Shaju Seba Shaju
The Silent Cry
My definition of life has always been different
Sometimes uniqueness was meant to stand out, cry alone and even to wish something the lowest.
Tears and mind held those lost dreams and hopes which once i dreamed for..
Acquaintance was not what i wanted but being my true self.
And when the wound healed the scar remained.
-Seba Shaju
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