..............to be his last choice,
Sad,but no more crying in his name,
To be the one without any voice,
I am just rowing life without any aim,
I look back to see memories of rejoice,
But then they can only cause me defame.
Alas, I was never even a last choice,
In the tries,I just brought back a lot of shame,
Who was I? Just the annoying noise,
I was never worth to make any claim,
I don;t feel anything to hold me in poise,
Maybe help me, light a match and put me to flame.
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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...
