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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