abanti asked in Arts & HumanitiesPoetry · 4 months ago

THE PATH... what about my poem?


Many words came into my mind,

when i was alone on a unknown path,

and they were going to talk each other,

to make a sentence...

A vital war between them,

on the ground of silent pains,

no promise , no purpose,

just a battle of red tears...

After the end of the war,

a sentence came out

and tells,

i should return the same way,

as i came,

because my home is now so near...

so close....

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