Lekhny composition -27-Dec-2021
BREATH
I sigh in relief
Feeling high with disbelief,
Breathe in breathe out,
To suppress a rout
The dead breathes out life,
Ailing one breathes in strife
What a tallying trail!
Hardly regarded as a turmoil
I still believe in my mom's trills,
Lovely sunsets to a far hills,
Whispering wind and stars shinning bright;
Beauty that takes my breath;
My breath reserved
To exhale hatred,
Love beyond resignation
Wonders that make me laugh and cry without estimation,
My breath in culmination
Ayra S
28-Dec-2021 06:35 PM
Nice
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Niraj Pandey
28-Dec-2021 09:35 AM
awesome
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Shrishti pandey
28-Dec-2021 09:11 AM
Nice
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