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Silence

Behind the cold stares 

the crooked face 

and the cold hearted greet 

the ignoring ears 

and the weary face 

could you ever understand ?

what played in her ears….

what played in her mind 

 

to your satires 

how she survived ?

the years of failures 

what it meant to be alive..

 

resorted to face of silence…

that silence which meant graver than fiercest storms…