நூலகம்
சுயவிவரம்
Heal
Heal
1 min
7
The bleeding sunset lingers on her mind
as night approaches and the sky goes dark.
Her soul is restless; how it craves to find
some words of comfort which could leave their mark,
erasing heartache etched in grooves of tears
on ice-cold marble where lost dreams now dwell,
relief imploring from the grasp of fear,
the twilight shadows full of doubts dispel.
The wind is conscious of her thoughts distraught;
it whispers softly, plays with her long hair,
diverts attention, brings her grief to naught...
A damsel’s heart fragmented he couldn't bear.
Dense clouds are drifting and the moon slips by;
the joy of healing it will not deny.
By: Sanaskriti Saha
