Wednesday Verses Prompt #1 for 2019. The prompt word is FRESH. This is my poem for the same, and the #HostPost.
A particular day is not needed for being compassionate. But nowadays, the world feels so eager to look for war, that the voice of kindness seems overthrown, it seems forgotten. I don’t even mean our voices, even the voice of the written word feels drowned. Maybe a thousand voices shouting can make the #1000VoicesForCompassion drown out the one shouting for the opposite. I’m happy to be one such voice.
an empty book in my hand, an empty mind and my heart, I sat once, unknowing of how to say what I felt. knew not why I felt a void, felt unease even to speak; knew not a soul would listen, only pretend to understand. heart knew not how to lie, words had to escape, … Read more How it all began