STORYMIRROR

Meenal Khurana

Abstract

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Meenal Khurana

Abstract

Rhythm

Rhythm

1 min
156

Who knows what to say?

Not always on time.

Her heart brings about a hurricane,

To calm the ravishing tides.


The fading past is haunting

Until the next rhythm illustrates,

And with a beauty of daisies,

She clung upon memories so deep

Never are her words precise

Until and unless her pen bleeds.


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