Finding Solace



Poem-Finding Solace

We both talk,
To each other,
Night and day,
Dawn and dusk,
About the stars,
About the mountains,
About the Romeo-Juliets,
In our beds,
In our works,
In our leisures,
We found solace.

Our neighbourhoods burn,
The smoke comes,
Still we talk,
We breath in the love,
For each other,
Hence we found solace.


POET- C. ACHARYA 

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