Caress the disfigured syllables gently,
a rain of bullets should not deprive
them from a veil of modesty.
I stand near the tombstones of shadows
in a graveyard of light; seeing voiceless gods
smile from broken mirrors.
Did they bleed faith? I cared not to check.
A delusional existence gone too far-that brought
men raging with guns and children whimpering
in terror together, in a room.
While both of them prayed silently
accepting their unfulfilled destiny.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
One of the better pieces of yours that I’ve read! 😊😊
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Thanks Rishhu 🙂
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Welcome!
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Actually, it’s only Rishu. Hmm. ❤
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Ohh.. Did not know that.. Sorry to him.. and thanks to you 😊😊
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Aww❤
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See, I call you my favourite because you write such profound and captivating poetries.❤❤
Chalo, have your pizza now.😋
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Haha.. thanks for such words 😍😍. The Pizza was Ummmm… 😂
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You replied to the post! Seriously, Shashank?😭
Lol hmmm😉❤❤
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