Sometimes
a strange wind
And a
curiosity of my breath
Dance
together
I watch
it silently
Listen
the mourn voices
I raise my
hand to ask
But
nobody look at my hand
My grind
voice noises..
But
found silent while
Voice is
not noisy
Mourning
at heart
Voice
has anger with…
Their
dance and ..
The
tragic mourn
Written
by : Syed Harris Ahmed
