These days I donot have words,to speak to people..
To plead my case..
Actually I never had..
Trying my best to be silent,as much as I can..
I would not try to make you understand me..
What is the need of that?
So I keep my words,inside the locked box..
If you can hear it still,then may be you are God,or you are my heart..
YOU ARE READING
The destroyed me...
PoetryJust some words,if it heals someone,helps someone in hard time,then words have value..