..but the whispers stayed back
echoing in vacuum
the whispers reverberating
on the roof of individualism
under the cot woven of ego
sitting stiff on a windy night
on the tank filled with tears
whispers resting on the stairs
have rusted with the iron
the whispers once softening through the skin
now scream in my ears..
toneless but clear
those whispers scream in my ears.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
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