Do they still pray to the Supreme almighty?
Do they still conjure hopes while in calamity?Catastrophe grueling with its unbreakable hide,
Vandalizing all inflicting fear deep inside,Knocking on the senses slams right into the ground,
Bestowing inferiority reminds all kinds to what they are bound,Gone in a blink obliterated what they once adhered,
All comes down to rely on whom they revered,With nothing left to lose and a lot to retrieve,
Yet they walk hand in hand surging with audacious belief.©rishabh singh
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THE SYMPHONY OF MY MIND
PoetryPebbles in the symphonic pond swirling around as poems, incarnations of the thoughts jiggling in my mind....