Blue sky is very clear,
No more thunder we hear,
What is hidden, is the cloud tears.
Wind's fury quiet by the time,
No more it's war time,
What we left with is the sunshine.
Chirp of birds is out by now,
No more hidden are the cows,
What to see now, is the broken boughs.
India is full of fears,
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Suhani Bansal in Poetry | Reads: 101 | Likes: 1
At the moment on our globe,
Still years older dusties knob on,
The door which leads to mind and ,
Then to deep inside the valves, so deep,
Beneath the blood and the tissues ,
And touches beeline to the soul, so much.
It is safe inside the seven layered case,
But what of her with tears on her face?
Published on Apr 25,2020 01:21 AM
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