Sacred Sounds

poem by: Sharen Pradhan
Written on Jan 08, 2017 

Open in the sky they make some sounds,
Listening to them try to heal my wounds..
Those which can't be noticed at sight,
For feeling such wounds one must see inside..

Well why one would ever come for it,
Do really someone have that time..
May one day it come true,
Longing for those sounds for years..otherwise..

Wonder what they exactly come here to try,
May with me they want to share their sigh..
Have amongst us a great bonding now,
As leaves in the autumn with wind do fly..

 

Tags: sad, rhyme, metaphor, deep, hope,

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Edward shields commented:
Great poem
Chris Cleverly commented on Oct 04, 2017 at 3:15am
Nicely written with a good flow, thank you for sharing
Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 04, 2017 at 9:53pm
Nice poem...
Christopher Russon commented on Mar 20, 2018 at 11:26am
Lovely poem indeed.

 

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