These shallow screams are yearning to be heard,
The storms of regrets are making it absurd.
Want that thunder to hit us again,
Make us all numb and let go of that pain.
Want these winds to calm the souls,
Which are now empty and full of holes.
This drizzle alone can't satisfy their thirst,
Rather, it’s gonna rag and make it worse.
Just a question to these stars of faith,
How to fight these demons of wrath?
Having no answers, trying to be subtle,
The silence here is heading us to muddle.
These energies are aiming right at us,
As if it’s all haunted or maybe we are cursed.
But on the lips, not a single word,
Making these screams even louder yet unheard.
- Vidhi Jain
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