Silent graves
I wish to undig,
The remains of my buried whispers,
The lingering murmurs,
The gigantic word clusters
The betrayal of my tongue,
stirring hearts with unseen quivers.
Begging for a voice of their own,
Seasons have passed over their tombs.
Yet every grave I open is torn,
Cradling a lifeless confession
As though I'm asking something dead
To be once more reborn.
Copyright © Muskaan Pandit | Year Posted 2026
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