Theme: Poetry

Poetry Never Lets Me Cry

Throbbing of heart rains inside
With rare refrain of pangs 
And enduring pain,
To feel less hurt;
All the waters of eyes seem 
Strained, yet clogged-up
In deep dark red 
Along the dabbling drain 
Where my soulful notes 
Fall flat but in vain.
Ignored, unheard, unnoticed...
Sweet stabbed scars,
Afresh with scabs stale
Hailed, healed up in time albeit,
My salty essence feels, 
Still falls and rolls 
With a rising cadence 
But coherent 
With subtle thoughts
Resiliently deeper than the pit 
Of silence. Impassioned!
Patient! I never let myself cry
But my poetry does,
As it alone feels much more
Heaviness of grief
Wearing my heart on its sleeve,
Seeking kindness in love
In this unkind world.


More By  :  Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

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