Inteshar.

Lahore, Oldie but goldie, Poetry

I am in the Dark.
Matter is intangible.
My voice is unheard,
And, so, it shall be.

Senses are senseless
Not comprehending the comprehensible
My voice is unheard,
And, so, it shall be.

To touch someone.
To feel someone, for once.
My voice is unheard,
And, so, it shall be.

I am in the Void.
My voice echoes back to me.
My voice is unheard,
And, so, it shall be.

I am in a pit.
Dust poured over me.
My voice is unheard,
And, so, it shall be.

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