Ode on Silent Feelings
The room in which I sit alone
Fills with silence and words of books,
A trance like state,in sleep zone
Led a lonely life that not looks.
Every fair-friend can tell me
How she loyal is,doubt not
But that I see (deceit) never flee,
Every story stores its own plot.
Called that I'm half-minded
Thought right some mistakes inside
Yet,try to secure that near faded,
Live a lonely-yoke life with chide.
I'm declared by lovilest whimsical
Don't complain on that declartion,
Different from others it's typical
But not at much to separation.
Copyright © Palak Dadhich | Year Posted 2025
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