Eastern star rises promptly everyday
But why there is so much of grey in here?
Neither a castle nor she a princess,
But these barbed windows
Tinted glass with square mullions
Diamond cut grills and curtains
Blur her vision.
Shadows on the floor and ceiling
Dance a wild dance , beckon her to join.
A body stripped of rhythm
A heart wrenched in grief
Falls into fathomless dark.
Alice, Anna, Emma, friends and allies
Chants of freedom, courage, and love
Sappho, Hilda, Ann and Emily
Rich in fire and passion
Summon from their throne
Listen! Oh, frail heart, listen.
Flutter of wings, songs of joy
Laugh! My poor little heart, laugh
A laugh that kills fear and breaks the ceiling
Feel! The wind, the cloud, the rain and the sun
Fly, for the sky is vast and time is short
Sing a song and let it go.
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Author:
Kavya Thalappil (
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Comments1
an impassioned write
echoing the voice of our beloved Poetry Queens and literary heroin's
wonderfully executed, haunting
to say the least:
sometimes there are no silver linings in the bleak momentary emotions and moods that overwhelm us,
however morose that's just a fact of life,
but wording that experience so eloquently and sharing it to let others know, it can be utilised to create works of Art
now that, is a feat worth celebrating!
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thank you so much...
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