Friday, 18 January 2013

Voice

Buttoned up in my belly
are chained words
that dolorously crave
to egg out of my beak
like cuff-less butterflies.
These soundless words
have a desire to
pull out from under
their shadows
and rise up from trance.
But, it will take time.
By then
it might be too late,
these words
might get asphyxiated
by their bitter abuses.


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