Oindrila Pal Poetry
She threw her head back
Sounds buzzing in her head
Tears don’t flow. no more
Its the blood dripping
staining her face
She indeed is the dead body
Waiting to be found
Her limbs so brittle
Yet she forces to go a little further
But it’s like a accursed loop
It never gets over
Her wounds scar deeper
The blood blurts out
She whimpers and pleads
Asking for help
But her voice so tender
Void of sound
Her cries echo the sky
The clouds cry at her sight
The wind soothes her wound
She is still breathing slowly
“Its hard but I am trying to hold on tight”
Poetry of love by Oindrila Pal
