I grab, I stood-
Thirsting and shivering,
Relying upon the tree
Imagining of the past.
Me alone!
A voice kicks.
Unfortunate I am!
Something featured far in sight.
The three laughed-
The mind, the brain, the heart
But the body cries,
Still in pain.
Looked around and round,
Everything sticks.
Jumping into the slides-
Over the trees.
The foggy mountains,
Confused and guilty.
Almost above the sea,
Crushed the words!
I chose a path-
From the endless one.
Searching and hoping,
For the best in me.
Because I do,
Maybe I being sensitive.
Letting the rumours and gossips
Stand behind waiting!
Not easier to think,
Not to clear, and
Not to open the trash,
But keep doing!
The tiny scars-
Borrowed deep in me,
Ordering and challenging-
The invisible future!
Poem by Devika Warrier
© DevikaWarrier2021
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