By Preeti Sharma
If only I could put my mind
on these sheets,
there would be endless questions:
the what, the if, the why and how.
Also, the thoughts sunken to the depths
and concealed somewhere
in a dark sanctum-
With the ones that were left unspoken,
sung in a choir now.
And even if it is as tumultuous
as beginning of a war,
no one ever heard a verse,
from the abyss,
that held it all.
By Preeti Sharma
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