Tag Archives: Sad

Past Beats, Broken Rhythms

a poem by Rohith Kumar Bejjala

Amidst of pleasant waves making some melodies
I look that as I’m lost
I’m searching for the best
There are millions of stories
Flowing in my veins
I’m finding myself in my way of healing the wounds
By writing my pain as words
Doping a small hope that, I murmur
To myself that keeps me alive!