I will write today
All I held back
As I wasn't with ideas
Which gave me clues
To figure out the ways
I have
In figuring out
My ways
And my styles
Of thinking and forming words
From left over's of life
Which I lived
With no clue
For the life
Which I thought as good
To be
Which is with patches
Lengthier which are
In pain.
Which I try to hide
Deep down in heart of mine
Which knew both
Which is love and pain
But said nothing
As it felt nothing
Since pain was unending
With the feeling......Never fade which would
For the pain it consisted of
Which I held.
By ROHIT SAPRA
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