Our hearts conceal many a void,
Deep and unseen,
Vacant wants we avoid,
Yearning to be unsealed
Unheard longings,
Silenced by world,
With time, turning into voids.
Cherished at times, ignored
A thousand times,
They wait for ages
Like birds in cages
Many have I met along the way,
Some who betrayed, some who stayed,
None could decode my voids, deep.
The world knows me by a name,
I call myself another,
I am but the sum of all my voids
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Author:
Radhika (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 7th, 2023 09:48
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
'I call myself another,
I am but the sum of all my voids', has a deep meaning to it. Nice write Radhika!
Thank you for your valuable time 😊
I quite like this a lot!
😊🥰
The last verses are beautifully constructed!
Thank you !
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