There is something that beats inside
And its not the heart this time
Something rises and craves
Not for love and certainly not for wealth
I am starving when i have food
I feel contained and confined
To say the least, i say more
But i dont know what for
The song i sing, sounds like dirge
How shall i rime, an urge to surge?
And its not the heart this time
Something rises and craves
Not for love and certainly not for wealth
I am starving when i have food
I feel contained and confined
To say the least, i say more
But i dont know what for
The song i sing, sounds like dirge
How shall i rime, an urge to surge?
2 comments:
I am not gifted with words like you are, but just can say
Beautiful
True to your name "Words_Speak_Loudest".
I would compare this composition with Mona-Lisa: An enigma. Hope you get it published somewhere.
Wow Atul, u write really good :)..
This poem is good :)..
BTW even i write in spare tym..
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