April 02, 2013

Apr 2:

You grasp
And hold on to thin air
And you call it unfair
And listen
To the cacophony of voices
Those threatening noises
And worry how
You could understand the words
That are being told.

1 comment

Dhruv said...

After ages, a poem (by anyone) that II could read without planning an escape :-)
Coming from a a person who suspects being nearly dyslexic, that's BIG! Thank you Sandhya.

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