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One Day: Sooner Or Later
Eventually, many centuries have passed
In the hopeless desire to uncover
This hidden pain.
And, in the shower of unpredictable love
The barren land of my restless soul
Will nourish again.
Maybe today or tomorrow, the blank pages
Of the unwritten book will shine
With pearl-like words.
Along with, the doors of unlocked cages,
Locked with a secret code will reopen
For imprisoned birds.
The day is about to come, which is expected in the unexpected world
Perhaps like a fraud.
So, call up all your subdued kith and kins,
To kill that blood soaking trauma
With your sword.
Copyright ©
Dikshita Sharma
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