Inside

We  all  are

Lonely,

Wandering

In  a  jungle

Of  desires

Only,

Like  an  antelope

Being  hounded  by

The  predators

Of  denial

Wrongly

Yet,

We  have

Dreams

With  rainbow

At  the

End  of  which

A  pot  of  gold

Gleams

Urging  us

To  keep  moving

Strongly

Brushing  off

The  cobwebs

Of  negativity,

Embracing  our

Radical  forms

Fondly

                                      ~Sudha Dixit

                                           Bengalore, India