Odd one : A poem

I watch from a distance
Their smiles, laughs and pain
It was a party for a reason
From ashes it was made
Deaf are some people
The others dance in rage
Joy played on a good stage
But from heart it never came

Voices played on my heart
I would never be the same
Eyes glanced at my way
Gesturing me to play

I smiled as if I enjoy
Singing in their stage
My heart ridden of any joys
The end was so away

A watch I held in my hand
Counting at the time
Minutes turned to hours
Like counting over one dime

The end did came at last
I felt so free and saved
From parties made from ashes
And fiends waiting for a play

– Jan @jahnavigouri

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