Tells A Story Of Unheard Fears | Poem

When you sit alone on the rooftop, at night;

Unfolding the universe within your mind,

The space between the morning and the night,

Tells a story of unheard fears you left behind.

It’s not courage you see in my deeds,

It’s not hope you feel in my mind,

Say it what you fear of me.

I may rest in chaos chainsaw.

┬ęSuraj Jangid


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