Lekhny composition -24-Jul-2022
was lost in the tunnel called life , tunnel locked on both ends.
Sitting under fallen rubble of building called dreams
Waiting for a parachute, or a hand of Angel of hope
Someone pull me out , shouting out loud my tears
Calling out loud my words getting flattened by the echo
I want to move, but floor Is unstable and broken just like my heart
I want to fly but the sky is full of darkness of doubt and
Eagle of betrayal and opportunitist vulture waiting outside
But a broken fairy gave his sword his pen before leaving for good
And shoes by a old man to keep walking forward
I wear those shoes and pen write my future
If I am not chosen then I will write and create it all
Madhumita
25-Jul-2022 06:16 PM
Nice
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Khushbu
25-Jul-2022 04:44 PM
Nice
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Reyaan
25-Jul-2022 03:12 PM
Nice
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