We ramify our wings
to search for eternity,
in this adventure
a hurdle awaits us, called gravity.
The gravity of thoughts
does not let our silence roar,
Voice is buried under the rib cage
And aspirations do not soar.
It pulls us back and,
dreams are adorned by bones
and pressure mounts on vocals
which bear this torment alone.
This fire of gravity
burns our wings
and in some dark corner
melancholic Melodies my wings sing.
—Disha Dahiya
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Unspoken: A collection of poetry
PuisiThis book contains some pieces of poetry which had been left unspoken by me, by you, by the world. ❤
