Batting eyelids open up blinking eyes at the battle within
Silent screams sans swords beckon peace
At the hour of dusk
The dusk, often a dawn of novel hopes
Scars unseen pregnant with pacifying potions
Nowhere to seek anymore for an unleash of pain
For fathomless calm they have begotten
And words weaned from speech.
Know not you this womb I behold
Pleasurable pressure or an overwhelm bubble likewise
The walk still is on the trail where I began.
Silent screams sans swords beckon peace
At the hour of dusk
The dusk, often a dawn of novel hopes
Scars unseen pregnant with pacifying potions
Nowhere to seek anymore for an unleash of pain
For fathomless calm they have begotten
And words weaned from speech.
Know not you this womb I behold
Pleasurable pressure or an overwhelm bubble likewise
The walk still is on the trail where I began.
Pain echoing through the large corridor of words..
ReplyDeleteThe echoes of million hearts that carry pain like an eternal womb waiting to sense the relief of delivery.. expressions..if only man allows..yes Rabia..
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