The midnight wail

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Why do they ask not to be afraid

when the heart is always fragile.

It is trapped, you see

moving along with these million beats

veiled and dragged.

 

It cannot breathe!

It cannot see!

Pity it people!

Let it atleast be the solitary loon it wanted to be!

 

Unheard and heads-turned they moved…

and not caring, it bled;

a blood bright red

that stained those million feet

across the land and across the sea.

 

I heard it

I heard it all along,

Wandering among those silent nights

I heard its echoed cries.

 

Its painful, pitiful cries…

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