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The Frighten Waves

Feb 10, 2023
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By Abhishek Kumar Anmol


I heard frighten waves taking nearby tea time

We feel scared and covers our face forever to care

All are gathering and see scary waves to view it off

We are listening to the scary sound vision it off

They come near around to cover and show blackness

Where all the cloud gathers and chanting loudness

We creepers eyes become hot steam coming, frighten when seeing it

Another smell is seeing like a door of sound is coming, feel it


We all saw a black and white pathway to drink

We all scaring black and a blind cup of tea to drink

An hour is rotating fastly and make injury waves

An ocean is soaring of higher tides and frighten face

The sun in the sky disappears and clouds gather it

The moon lost its brightness and cloud cover it

All the nature gathering and make peace of silence

For those who had lost and touch the last door of life



And the air burns with loudness and painful voice

Where the wind flow and gathering the soft voice

The plantation of small seed is now made dead soundness

The leaves of tea are slightly dead becomes tasteless

Be good for health and becomes happy morn

When waking up like lion bravery in the blossom garden

The creature and creeper are feeling like a molten wax

Someone threw very badly on them showing wound molten wax


The drawing of the crescent moon becomes soothing scary

The drawing of dead bodies becomes invisibly

The day becomes a pinch like a needle

To overcome out from a sip of the pinnacle

We heard a loudness and brighten of thundered

Where the cloud thundering and feel scared

The cloud and take a sip of tea is poured inside it

Burn the throat of taking it and away from it


By Abhishek Kumar Anmol



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