An expressive word I need
to tell straight
from the topmost point of my sky
not to curtain mind
but to frill the heart on laces
soft but that word no one understands
the one pierces, strong ones
like a chisel on wood
like the sharp point of arrow
that too no one understands
let that be
face of the fate
and not me there eyes
in multi millions watch day and light,
night and darkness
if you understand those eyes
take a line of caution
at least to climb the pillar
in slow steps
in rhythm unheard….
whisper like
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