Words Come Out
It
melts; it freezes;
Swings
with blows and sympathy,
Swells
with love and affection.
Wind
pats the soul;
Melting
emotion
Within
reservoir of heart
Comes
and embrace Eternal Ocean
Where
no voice is dead!
Monday,
20 October 2014
Alok
Mishra
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