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Hours Of Quietude…

The mornings were so familiar,
As usual sunny, bright and chirpy.
Never lived in a confusion or fear.
Had only bird’s songs to hear.
You walked in the hours of quietude,
And fragranced my path subdued.
My ears refuse to hear anything,
No birds no songs but only my heart within.
My lips went pale unable to say a thing,
Wondered if you can hear my heart the song it sings…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag