Sitting on the neck of woods
Of impenetrable Forest,
Made me realise that
The world is made up of,
Judgements.
The fireflies around me
were trying to remind me,
Of those who don't wanna acknowledge
My sufferance..
Who don't pay heed
To my hurdles...
As they only conjecture
On my discomposure...
The melancholy darkness was holding
My hands...
Taking me to the
Grief land.
It made me curious then
Can i come back?
If yes..
When?.
-Swadhiti
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Author:
Swadhiti Sulagna (
Offline) - Published: May 23rd, 2021 10:35
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Comments3
Good write S.
Yes, come back... and write more fine poems! I never knew ya went away. lol.
Thank you so much @Orchidee..
A very good and enjoyable read. Thank you.
It's my pleasure@Trenz pruca
With words like these Swadhiti you will come out of that 'grief land' and move into a very happy future.
Welcome to MPS.
Thank you so much for your kind words @Goldfinch60😊
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