The nightingale held on to its past
The reason she never had tomorrow
Eternal stillness and deep darkness
The chaos in ocean made wonders
Moving slowly like a dusty caravan
Through black and white life flows
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Adrift
PoetryA poem about life, chaos and people caught in between.It wonderfully tells that how life is never in one phase like moon.
ADRIFT
The nightingale held on to its past
The reason she never had tomorrow
Eternal stillness and deep darkness
The chaos in ocean made wonders
Moving slowly like a dusty caravan
Through black and white life flows