19,09,2026 Leaves of Life Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Hiya Sharma
Hurl the spear of grief against the flayed sky The depth of every betrayal roots have taken hold in the mattress - a clichéd fact Too much pain and too much conflicts strong emotional currents Neither dusk nor dawn can delude me Your mode of denial, determines my fate brooding does not happen on its own Absence of response is also an answer but action eliminates doubt Let the wind draw its final breath - pack up your trash
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19,09,2026