I knew now, that, I shall never ever have,
An end to the wait to my happy life with him,
I reckon the truth before:this hold will only slave,
My hopes and dreams ,will make me grim.
I knew now that waiting now,was nothing, but a trance,
I knew it all, I knew better choice too, lest I was wise,
This interim,the journey to my hell, destroying my chance,
Yet like idiot's days, I continued looking for end to the tries.
The halted walk, the ominous hold, the set back,
Be however nasty this love is to me,yet I seek,
The end to the bottomless pit,something it lack,
I seek love, somewhere where it's not for this weak!
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Khamoshiyaan
PoetryTHE VOICE OF SILENCE. Sometimes silence describes a situation far better than words ever will, Sometimes a strange set of words describe paints it years later; The limits are set and broken by the words , The reticence ,muteness and reserve let out...
