Theme: Creation


My hands are tied
And so is my tongue
My thirst for creation
Has become dry
I pick up the pen
But nothing comes to mind
I open my mouth
But words I cannot find
So I write about not writing
Cry about not crying
And live but only
With dying in mind 


(I wrote this during A-Levels when there was a lot of exam stress.)


More By  :  Rupashri Chatterjee

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