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Unanswered Whispers



In search of purpose, I often ponder,
Life's questions, I can't help but wonder...

I struggle to fathom my very existence,
Yet, you see me through your own lens...

The choices I made were with care,
Though you interpreted them in despair...

I wonder how I cause you pain,
When it's you who's been hunting in vain...

But still, I pray for your well-being,
In nights of sleeplessness and tears streaming...



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  1. Shahir14 August 2018 at 17:45:00 GMT+5:30

    Anup, you are an amazing talent. A very sensitive poem....seems u have discovered urself lately and sharing a piece of ur feeling.....
    Happy to see u back into action.....Welcome back

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  2. Vaishnavi thatiparthi19 August 2018 at 13:53:00 GMT+5:30

    Simple and sensitive poem. ...showing the way of life which is obviously a question and expecting the answers from beloved .

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