Echoes From The Abyss

By Preeti Sharma

If only I could put my mind

on these sheets,

there would be endless questions:

the what, the if, the why and how.

Also, the thoughts sunken to the depths

and concealed somewhere

in a dark sanctum-

With the ones that were left unspoken,

sung in a choir now.

And even if it is as tumultuous

as beginning of a war,

no one ever heard a verse,

from the abyss,

that held it all.

By Preeti Sharma