The cry pierced the silence,
Tore a hole, in the invisible air,
Which in the face of things, was fair,
'Cept it came from this side o' th' fence.
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Hi Dyuti, a poet never wants help from other and the unttered cry is the source of poetry. Thanks. Tapas Baidya, Kolaghat, Purba Medinipur, W.B., India.
Love piece, touchy poem. Love it.