Voice

Dec 24, 2022

1 min read

By Dr. Bhavya K.G

To my voice that doesn’t reach you.

“Settle down”, because you don’t know when

The clouds may rain, letting you bloom.

Don’t go away from the love

Climbed the ladder, just to let go?

Let the cloud rain to bloom the flower near your window pane.

By Dr. Bhavya K.G

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