A word dying in my hands
stuck to my pen to reveal
its last breath by not writing
but opened up inside me
bit by bit, inch by inch
like a slow pain and the
scorpion crawling inside
crafted a web trapping lost
forgiven memories, devouring
a love I never had
stuck to my pen to reveal
its last breath by not writing
but opened up inside me
bit by bit, inch by inch
like a slow pain and the
scorpion crawling inside
crafted a web trapping lost
forgiven memories, devouring
a love I never had
ek kavi ki chhatpatahat. shabd girte hain kabhi yun hi, aur kabhi ghanton/dinon/saalon tak khamoshi rehti hai. isiliye kavitta se jyada behtar hai kavi hriday..loved it.
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