• sai_sriram 11w

    this never ending poem
    of silence,
    is high on this smoggy eve
    only in this quietude, could I breathe
    the veins on my body,
    like the ropes of a swing,
    sway to the lullaby,
    the silence sings.
    let anyone say anything
    let anyone abuse
    you are my life's half
    ┬ęsai_sriram