Sword and Shield
He growled and disappeared -
"You are not the only one who is in pain..
You are the one with experiences but a stollen brain..."
I wrote -
"Yes, I am not the only one who is in pain..
Omg!! Thank god, that life is more pathetic than mine - a way towards inspiration gain
Even after my creator's funeral,
Even after my special bond's forever farewell,
Even after the forceful replacement of my creator,
Even after sacrificing more and more...
Now, the 'inspiration gain' way is locked,
With the 'life - death fight' of a girl's first hero is being poked."
I wrote because -
there's no ear to hear,
there's no hands to wipe out tears,
But there's my pen and paper -
Pen being the sword, cutting down the track of pain..
P
aper being the shield, distracting by shielding pain.
A poem from my secret diary.
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TANGLES OF AGE
PoezjaThe pages of this book cage the lines of some poems. Those yarns of lines get tangled with the turns of each page according to the passing age of the poet - "How our age snatch us towards the infinite concentric circles of our thoughts... How we get...
