Emptiness
It's not about the date of your death,
your emptiness is all around.
Life is going on its flow,
but the heart is not rhythmic with the same old sound.
When a string breaks,
though others can play sound,
but it's no longer the same,
the old tunes are never be found.
It's not about the date of your death,
dear, your emptiness is all around.
Copyright © Plabi Pradhan | Year Posted 2022
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