I whispered deep inside my soul.
It went unnoticed and unheard.
I cried again, but it was more than that, something I felt.
I opened my eyes and it was thundering outside.
It was normal.
Even the nature is trying to whisper in its own voice.
A few minutes later, showers of cry flooded the garden with a Duchenne smile on my face.
I went outside, stood hand in hand with nature.
I tried to wipe the tears, but nature was not in a mood to stop.
This time I expressed my feelings full fledged and cried heavily.
But again, it went unnoticed and unheard.
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