503 Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

503



No fear
Of death
I fear
No hurt
Since all
That pain
At me
You'd hurled

Something
Within
Is now
Hard crust
Although
Without
I shine
No rust

I have
Survived
Broken
Trust
Spoken
Lies

I stand
unfazed
Life around
Could be
razed
Burning
Fires
Mobs
Cry crazed
Nalini

Thursday, March 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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