My words are like feathers  Starting strong, gliding high  Before plummeting inevitably  My words is the uncovered  The undiscovered and the unheard  Lurking behind a wall of neglect  My voice, nothing but a backdrop  Background music for important ones  But not so in my head  I’d say this pattern is not indifferent I feel… Continue reading Neglect


Walked on from ages  Soles scratching my face  A penny there, a secret letter A carving here, ugly litter  Encompassed by these objects  I contain the elements of man’s life –Sidewalk   Hey guys! Hope you liked that poem in response to today’s one word prompt- sidewalk -Namitha