the Wait

Author: Mihir /

when whisper is a roar
and pin drop heard aloud

dripping water the only sound
resting drenched upon open ground

lighting shattering all around
longer than what you told

sun is out again not your sight
only to face me, the silent me

2 comments:

S A J I T H said...

simplicity personified...
kewl workk.
cheerss.

Mihir said...

@ Sajith

Thanks for stopping by!

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