Jul 26, 2017

The poem I penned!

Saurabh Chawla |
emergence from the clouds

Running from own shadow
Scraping to reveal the lesion
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow
Tired of this adhesion

The scar left behind
No sorrow or pity
I am not blind
And you're not so witty

Bruised are the skies
Pouring down the anger
Seen the lows and the highs
Light's turned green from amber

Drop down the beat
See your heart stop
Turning up the heat
It ain't gonna flop

Take my hand in yours
It might help you mend 
The long broken doors
Just read the poem I penned!


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