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Hemanth Chandrashekar Poem
Each time you smiled at me, we grew closer......
The hearts heard each other; a mild rhythm was born...
Pain be it or smile be it....they enjoyed it together;
One day, we stood apart and compared the mild hearts.....
A natural beat became a comma after every statement....
words of the heart changed to words about the heart...
The purity was stepped upon.......the sanctity drifted away.....
There is a silent cry, in rhythm again.....
Hurts, bleeds, cries.....heart, poor heart....
Copyright © Hemanth Chandrashekar | Year Posted 2011
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Hemanth Chandrashekar Poem
Lonely streets, resting roads,
wavering trees making a hissing sound.
As I walk, I hear my breath, my footsteps,
my body cutting through the silent air,
The blink of an eye sounding like a drop of water...
yes, silence has a new meaning.
Copyright © Hemanth Chandrashekar | Year Posted 2011
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