Mouthless cries, buried
inside the grave
of chest
Sometimes disconnected
from the vocality,
sometimes throttled
with the chains
of compulsion
The fear of notory
keeps them uncried,
sometimes banned
to meet the tears
to wet the pillows
which are utterly
insomniac since
the ferocious arrival of
loneliness and gloom
Uneared cries,
the heirloom of love
ornamented with the
facial paleness
in addition of restlessness
Heart! Perchance
falsely waiting
for their burst
to feel light for to
relish once an
exhale of calm to
resume such a
defeated run of life.

Mir Sajad

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