Poetry

Volcano In Me

The Volcano in me never dies
The melting hot Lava
Which flows like a river
It causes to hurt and shatters badly

It brings ruptures in the crust of different emotions
That volcanic ashes never be seen with those open eyes
They can cause a disastrous loss of my senses
My mind has its own unique battle to win

I don’t find that magma under the surface of my thoughts
But still, that hot liquid flows in my veins and nerves
Throughout my body, from head to feet
Still, the causes are not found, why am I surviving a lot?

                                                                                                ~ Shagufta K Qadri

                                                                                                  Udaipur, India

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