Who Cares? Poem by SALINI NAIR

Low land
Aloud to say the past
But restricted and whispered
Choice is there to be quite
But interpretations are numerous
Silence is the best tool
I can never lock numerous lips
Need to travel in a parallel way
Series of life will continue
Can never make others mum
Thousand arrows may hit silently
But single words will chest the pain
None is fulfilled or perfect
Thousand tongues will pronounce differently
But the soul can master it always
Goodness will be thrash for moments
But thrust itself
As it is intended to be good

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