Again a time to sit back,
There's a moment of gasp
When soul within sheds a silent cry
And quietly escapes a sigh
No one close to read the lines..
Those that travel deep and in the heart reside
Not too far to understand the unsaid
yet the meanings unspoken, gradually fade..
The broken words sulk; tired
And collapse with unfulfilled desire
The last breath of each one make a plea-
'I wish a writer loved me..'
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-Sakshi
