People want to say many things here,
things that means to them,
that are insdide,
sometimes paining or killing inside,
or sometimes the joys they feel,
they want to share,
everone wants to drop an apple pie,
or a pickle from the paining salty heart,
they do share,
Alas ! they know,
they know...
Like them,
every one...
No one listens as deep,
as in sonority they feel,
or if passer by waits to hear,
sometime they cheer,
And they move on,
leaving us with what we had to share,
Alas ! Life in short,
leaves us with a face,
One's Own journey,
One's own Experiences,
Silent in grave,
Silent in Grace........Saurabh Siddhartha
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It reminds me of 'A day in paradise' by Phill Collins and 'An elegy written in the country church yard' by T. S. Coleridge.
ReplyDeleteGre8!
Keep it up!!