A poem, I am
I reside in thy thoughts
A culminated art, I am
Born from the very chaos of thy mind
An electric form, I am
With emotions dying to be inked
A silent scream, I am
Echoing within the ramparts of thy castle
A question, I am
With no answers certain
A desire, I am
For what’s inhibiting to be set free
A token of love, I was
For thy barbarism indurated my humanity
A poem, I once was
Am now a loud scream
Pleading to be released
For the nostalgia of suppression
Is now growing inside of me.
~Shravani Das
India
A self styled story that intends to speak the love,anxiety ,pretension and barbarism that seen in the fast detoriating society to day .A very beautiful yet philosophical poetic version of everyone’s thought .