The gifts that seemed to charm me
Smoothers me like a serpant today
The pen that poured out thought
Stifles and freezes as if cold.
The voice does rise
But Alas! It seem like a weapon
Striking to shred me into pieces
With a curse For me in every note
And I have none to blame
This lullaby is scripted by me alone.
Binita Jha
Smoothers me like a serpant today
The pen that poured out thought
Stifles and freezes as if cold.
The voice does rise
But Alas! It seem like a weapon
Striking to shred me into pieces
With a curse For me in every note
And I have none to blame
This lullaby is scripted by me alone.
Binita Jha
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