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Pavni Arora Poem
The silent winds whispered in my ears,
The secret of surviving in a land shattered by tears,
The thoughts of despair fill my mind,
Searching for happiness one barely finds.
The abherrent behaviour of the winds,
Makes me question my heart still indisciplined,
The unrequitable joy of sharing my sorrows ,
Makes me wonder if my tomorrows.
Will I survive or will I die?
My head often asks this question but receives no reply,
Can I be forgiven for all that I have done?
For all I want to do now is ne free and run.
I wish I had listened earlier to the winds,
'Cause now it's to late to wash my sins,
All I can do now is sit and moan,
For now I am nothing but alone.
Copyright © Pavni Arora | Year Posted 2015
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Details |
Pavni Arora Poem
The silent winds whispered in my ears,
The secret of surviving in a land shattered by tears,
The thoughts of despair fill my mind,
Searching for happiness one barely finds.
The abherrent behaviour of the winds,
Makes me question my heart still indisciplined,
The unrequitable joy of sharing my sorrows ,
Makes me wonder if my tomorrows.
Will I survive or will I die?
My head often asks this question but receives no reply,
Can I be forgiven for all that I have done?
For all I want to do now is ne free and run.
I wish I had listened earlier to the winds,
'Cause now it's to late to wash my sins,
All I can do now is sit and moan,
For now I am nothing but alone.
Copyright © Pavni Arora | Year Posted 2015
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