Open in the sky they make some sounds,
Listening to them, try to heal my wounds…
Those which can't be noticed at sight,
For feeling such wounds, one must see inside...
Well why one would ever come for it,
Does really someone have that time...
May some day it come true,
Longing for those sounds for years...otherwise...
Wonder what exactly they come here to try,
May with me they want to share their sigh...
Have amongst us a great bonding now,
As leaves in the autumn with wind do fly...
About the Author
Sharen Pradhan
Member Since: 14 Jun, 2015
I am not an acclaimed writer or poet...I just pen my feelings down....
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