A devasting turn where he stood oblivious,
Everyone celebrated and he wished to evanesce
A storm bewildering in his mind, that no one cared to concede
Violent imaginations seized his mind,
Eluding through woods, he shivered.
Little did he knew .....
The dangerous maze he was heading to.
A room full of automation,
The moon grieved over the dormant stories he abandoned.
The heavens howled over another mutilated soul.
That night, a violin heard the highest pitch
The gusts of the wind propelled the ball into the corner,
Where the little warrior sat crippled,
Something tingled his ear, an outstretched arm in fog.
The diary beaded with ink, keeping his secrets under the wrap, smiled.
The guitar clutched, the moon whispered "I am all ears"
The rain sang a melody on the roof,
Trees swayed to the rhythm, the little warrior embraced the solace.
"There is nothing else I seek for" a level headed warrior buzzed.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An another mutilated soul sheltered by nature and art. Let me know, what do you think about this poem.
- Category: Reflection
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Very well crafted.
Thank u so much😊
I don't know what to think.
I know good triumphs over evil, and if we fall we only have ourselves to blame.
Off course life is not that fair. Sometimes it is evil who triumphs over good but again hope is rope. Maybe not today but someday the good will rise again.
It is written.
In a little different words. I thought I could simplify for myself.
You did well,
I get it wrong, often.
Never mind, thanks for your kind words😊
You have a unique style of writing
Vivid imagery
Love the title
Like the little warrior needed a day to reflect
Enjoyed reading
Keep em coming
I am glad to hear it was effective.
We all need that day, glad my words reminded you
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