Beneath the twilight’s blue cloud,
Below the dusk beams, I sing aloud,
Do you sense a fear; hear my screams,
Side gleaming rivers, sparkling streams,
Ahead the meadows, kissed with dew,
Do you see my heart writes lines few,
Under the millions of twinkling stars
Do you feel my deep wound scars?
Life drifts over the July’s gentle rain,
Depicting signs of my unspoken pain,
It is scattered across the dim moon rays,
Followed by few deepest loved ways
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- BY
- WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
