No Tune

Mar 24, 2023

1 min read

By Abhishek Bisoyi

Broken like the strings,

Wishing to be strummed,

I try not to despair,

But my hopes are shunned,

Only to be unheard I pick on a rhythm,

Hoping to find a melody I search in the depths of abysm.

By Abhishek Bisoyi

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