Standing barefoot on the dead soil, gazing at the blue
With the fantasy of wishing on a shooting story
But stars don't twinkle anymore
Clouds don't rumble anymore
Trees don't dance through cold breezes
Heavens don't grieve anymore
They are used to all the afflictions,
but I abnegate
I read a book "A human that used to be" it read
Birds used to fly it said and I believed
The world was once amiable but I doubt
But it will never go back, it finished
Some pseudonymous words it spelled, "beauty, love and poetry"
But even granny expounded it unbeknown.
Books don't quench the inquisitive, they intensify it
And I fell prey.
Humans are selfish a bard scribed
No they are just fearless another one condemned
But I don't have right to dissent, so I guard the quietude.
My mind eludes through different shades of greens and browns.
Amidst steel, I long for birds and a home that used to be.
And then I lose the train of thoughts coz after all I am nothing but steel.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 22nd, 2023 10:39
- Comment from author about the poem: This is my first poem here second one otherwise, I am quite new to this poetic world. Hope you like the poem, comment down your suggestions and interpretation. I would like to hear that.
- Category: Nature
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Comments5
WOW nice use of words loved it!
Thank u😊
Super use of language
Welcome
I look forward to reading more from you
Thank u so much😊
well written indeed.
welcome.
Thank u sir
Great imagery and well crafted.
Thank u
And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new.
But the old things he read in the book sounded more beautiful to him +_+
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