In the silent hours

Hashtag Kalakar

Sep 29, 2022

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By Nisha Kumari

In the silent hours with the

winds humming the melody of ancient things;

passes gently from my face

efforts to tender me;

struggles to whirl me happiness.

But the endurance deep inside my heart

evades me to lay hold of glee,

that I am worth of.

By Nisha Kumari

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