The blue ink inside the red cage,
The blank eyes of the white page,
The litter of words in noiseless rage,
The ancient thoughts of forgotten sage,
The orphan questions of my age,
All in wooden box of secret wage.
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Poet Of Minutes** by Nidhi Sharma is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.5 India License.
Based on a work at www.silentwordsworld.blogspot.com.
Like this one! Ye mujhe samajh aayi, but what is red cage?
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ReplyDeletered cage is the brain
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