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"Where did that girl go?"
Who couldn't stop talking to and fro.
Who found light even in the sea bed down below.
"Where did that girl go?"
Who everyone called radio.
Who would sing on the top of her lungs in her own imaginary show.
"Where did that girl go?"
Who was as sharp as the noon sun.
Who used to swirl around non stop in her braid half done.
"I don't see no sunshine."
I only feel the cold wind from the broken door.
"There is no glittered sand left" for I only found dried up blood stains at the shore.
"How can you even find her?"
Answered the scattered tarnished images
From the emerald green lake,
Untouched from ages.
"She was pierced right through her heart
Surely that heart was dent
But she wasn't killed
She wasn't killed until that advent."
"She was burnt alive.
Burnt by a 100 matches.
I don't have anything of her left.
Just some memories and these grey ashes..."
I felt the shiver run through my spine
How could she have been killed?
"Killed by who?"
"She was killed!"
"Killed by you."
-Isha Pathania
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Silent Screams- Poems
PoetrySelf written poems about the hidden feelings that no one knows but many can relate. Writing my own life giving words to my mind. Exquisitely self destructive ♡
