The clock is silenced,
The time isn’t,
The pain is silenced,
The memory isn’t.
The thoughts are running wild
Calling like a whimpering child,
The tattered clothes are lying piled
On a corner of the floor tiled.
Messy hair, shattered glass,
Bruises blue, numerous clues,
Broken ribs, fractured hand,
And blackened lips glued.
Framed picture
Hanging still;
“Happy Forever”
Gives me a chill.
This was written by our contributing writer, Paushali Sarkar.
Image Source: Pexels, Rifat Gadimov
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