I saw his craving for love,

but never asking for it.

like my poetry written on a book,

sometimes when left untouched

ask for them to graze.

Smiling through his difficulties,

but never pleading for help,

like that star falling in the land.

It knows they won't understand

that beauty when fades away

gets harder to bring back life,

there are emotions unsaid in his sky.

-Riya Shah


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