Loud voices are heard,
Soft voices are followed by pardon.
Voiceless remains unseen,
Invisible boundary lies in between.
How unfair. How unfortunate.
We are living for an existence,
Working for blinding recognitions.
We are dying for appreciation,
Trying hard to own a spot.
Those voices are the key,
Those are the light inside the darkness.
Your voice is your existence.
Those are equivalent to hope.
How unfair. How unfortunate.
If we stay voiceless forever...
When will we be heard?
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Unspoken (Collection of Poems)
PoetryRandom poems here! Some may be good and some may not. Well I just write everything when my brain keeps on nagging me. So here it goes! Enjoy...atleast try.
