In the Troubled World
I am moving towards that peaceful garden that used to grow when I was young,
just a few steps away,
Its the imagery that I caryy...
But looking outside at these concrete walls ,
I am unable to accept,
Troubled from the noises around,
some talks that are not what , I yearn to listen
How do I make sense of all this ,
when I am pulled back again and again.
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Author:
_jyotsna27 (
Offline) - Published: February 15th, 2026 08:40
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Comments1
I believe this a metaphor and those concrete walls of time and growth keep us all from returning and from others entering in. Nicely written
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