Betwixt forest floors
lies colorful foliage...
To understand your
niche, I listen to echoes...
The inscribed stone
winks at moon to compare...
Not accepting death,
eyes search in dark, the meaning...
How would you talk to?
your unborn child, when lynching...
Listen to wind in
dark. I was hurting myself...
Keep the passion
to reach the moon...
Realm of the night
Sanctum of all mysteries...
Now if the moon
sinks, will you talk to me...
My nascent distress flourishes
under the diktat of unknown. Can you...
I sat
in the sun...
I don't want to
be a winner. My words...