Archive, Poetry Untouched Grass | Poem January 6, 2020 No Comments If there’s silence, Then, There’s unstoppable screams. Right now, I can hear deaths of souls, There’s decades of untouched grass. Remember, Deathra, When the night comes, Shobo sleeps in coldest fire. ©Suraj Jangid Advertisements Share this:PocketWhatsAppTumblrRedditTelegramMoreFacebookTwitterPinterestSkypeEmailPrintLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... borderlinepersonalityfollowandreadmoreinfamousdarkpoemssurajjangidthestigmaticmind Previous Post Next Post You may also like February 5, 2020 Night’s Meeting Her | Poem October 13, 2019 Cite a Poem Beloved January 19, 2020 Purple On A Day | Poem Leave a Reply Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.