Satyam Tiwari

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Lekhny composition -02-Aug-2023

Terror 


Tini sees the big gauging eyes of his , seeing gets heavy , his gaze rips apart.
The cold burns on the skin , deer running from fangs , the fear ticking.
Clock ticking, time ticking , moment of drowness , eating away of consciousness.
She withers away petal by petal then collects to wither again.
Such is the trick of his gaze , his gaze forcing her to be in a loop of terror.

The doll cant cry , she can't cry as his words change her form to doll.
His words are command of stones , no towards him never existed.
His name , compells her and others to run and do the needy deed.
Like a deer running away from tiger roar , even the twitch of leaf , make him run.

The terror has its blade, that lasts with the marks of the wound.
One beat of a boy , and silence prevails all around , his name is terror a big terror.
Tini suffers stroke whenever he whisper her name , and laugh maniac for hours.
The incident of past and glory of his wrong deeds have stitched a terror of web.
Rolling , getting stuck in a bad dream that never gets over , Tini suffers , lost in his terror.

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4 Comments

Abhinav ji

03-Aug-2023 05:36 PM

Very nice 👍

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Niraj Pandey

03-Aug-2023 12:05 PM

nice

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Raghuveer Sharma

03-Aug-2023 11:52 AM

very nice

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