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Wounds of Silence


We caress our woundsIn silenceThe darkness bleedsThe siren shrieksOr is it the vagabond fearWhistlingIn distant streets?Silence returnsWe look upDreading each other'sBlacker smilesInspite of theDawn.

~Anita Sabharwal

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