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Voice
Listen to the whisper
The empty roads
Moist with the silver dew
They also sing
Though reach only to few
The empty vessels
Clatter inside the broken roof
They also sing
Though reach only few
The sweat drops on the visage
Is the ink spilt on the annals
These convey some script
Only read by few
The leaves of the tall tree
And the blades of grass
Have some stories to tell
Not to all bit only to a few
The dark clouds hide
The sun and the moon glide
Sunshine and rain
Soak not all but a few
Tears in the dreamy eyes
Love leaves Smile flies...
Lips are dry sinking in the sea
The thirst is unquenched
Who understand
Not all but only few
Shraddha
© Shraddha S Sahu
The empty roads
Moist with the silver dew
They also sing
Though reach only to few
The empty vessels
Clatter inside the broken roof
They also sing
Though reach only few
The sweat drops on the visage
Is the ink spilt on the annals
These convey some script
Only read by few
The leaves of the tall tree
And the blades of grass
Have some stories to tell
Not to all bit only to a few
The dark clouds hide
The sun and the moon glide
Sunshine and rain
Soak not all but a few
Tears in the dreamy eyes
Love leaves Smile flies...
Lips are dry sinking in the sea
The thirst is unquenched
Who understand
Not all but only few
Shraddha
© Shraddha S Sahu
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