Yes, I Listen - Poem by Piyush Mishra
Yes I listen,
to the gullible streets in the winter,
As if a dead society is left
in the hills far from anyone's reach.
To the living,
staying hidden is pleasurable,
they have been there before many others,
But the old remarks the stillness,
walks through the dawn of cruelty,
And I have seen in his eyes,
darings of last adventure,
reflections of a struggled past.
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