Absolute
The stories afloat,
The stars do recite.
The emptiness inside,
The colours so bright.
Of old this wind,
Breathes into life.
This love, this soul.
Thus, time passes by.
A hope unpsoken,
I sleep to be woken.
To the world inside,
Bereft the scripted lies.
Ashore i stand,
Hand in hand.
With all that's alone,
With all that's alive.
Copyright © Vipul Pande | Year Posted 2019
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