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Tuesday 2 December 2014

Unheard Pleas



In the middle of the night,
She hears whispers and pleas.
Knocks on her door
As she further retreats
Inside her blanket
As if, in a coffin seized.

Footsteps draw near.
Fingers clutching her,
Through the thin air.
"They are coming!",
She shrieks,
To all those near.

But there's no one to hear.
No one's around,
No one's here.
As hands lock around her,
And her fate bounds her.
Her miseries chasing her,
Till her very last scream.


-Momina.



6 comments:

  1. awesome! that was really effective in conveying a scary picture!

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  2. Eerie. I like.

    A lil background about the post, as a post script maybe will help a lot of readers appreciate your poems. Just saying :)

    Cheers
    CRD

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  3. Hauntingly amazing Momina!

    P.S. My blog has moved to a new address http://thegaptoothedsmile.blogspot.in

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