Abhishek Kumar Singh (08/06/1994)
'ROPED WITH WIND...HOPING'
My soul took falls more than i've made calls,
summer down there or is it December?
a year here or a decade there,
can't fully remember!
tired! but why should i rest?
i wander with the wind,
north to south east to west
sun to moon moon to sun, directionless!
i seek, a voice that sings me against
where are you my angel?
a year passes again! & here me rains
where are you! o! my dear sister?
cries loud a dull cloud-
no one's here -the listener
so i cry for the thirst, thirsty for a sleep
sound of my own voices always i've found,
echoing through hairs of forests & ears of peaks
hope it's not loud enough,
if you are not there to speak
hopeless to answer myself!
this song can't sing too long
million tears i hold within
so here i cry now,
a year here & a decade there,
tell me please! can you listen, a little?
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