Pradeeta Mishra

Biography of Pradeeta Mishra

An artist of the scratch, of the earth....a poet of the beginning level, not in the competition....just in love with words and unspoken emotions.... Updates

Forgotten Love

The glimpse of the storm, had me frozen in the sand,
I breathed in and looked at you to hold your hand,
You were running away from me scared,
I looked at you with a horror, naked and bared,
Where did I go wrong? Weren't you the one whose heart was strong?
The dark clouds were rolling in and the rain started to pour,
I am still looking in your direction, trying to free myself from the uproar,
You stand far far away, safe from the swords of thunder, slashing me through and through,

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