I'm standing by the cliff
Staring blankly at nowhere
Fiddling gravel in my hand
Or throwing them out from here.
Love to feel the wind on my face
And brush the lively lush green grass
A place where I can stay up late
And don't have to make any haste.
The sea knows me
She had seen me
Sobbing, yelling, and playing
Before herself and laughed with glee.
I have told her all my stories
While ripping grass in two
And she always comforted me with
Her cool breeze and serene view.
I love going to the cliff.
~ AshishK
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The Long Road To Home
PoetryA collection of 50 poems composed by me, aka Ashish Khare. These are the ones I wrote during lockdown. Here, I talk about feelings like loneliness, incomplete love and even patriotism. Give these a read!
