i. MORE.
(preview).please, tell me that i am more than scattered bones,
leaving a trail of empty bruises that you only
follow when you feel alone.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
what tomorrow brings.
कविताxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
preview.
i. MORE.
(preview).please, tell me that i am more than scattered bones,
leaving a trail of empty bruises that you only
follow when you feel alone.