Unheard Voice
I have a story, forever untold,
I cradle it everyday,
With my heart's desire,
Though it hurts within.
As the light fades
And the day ends,
It is enriched further.
But my tired heart rests.
Deep down, it cries and sighs,
Pines to sneak beyond the closed doors,
But, it retires till eternity,
Alone, sinned and torn for life!
by Ankurita
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