exempt v : sadness (?)
this poem was written
on 25/10/2023, at 12 a.m.
i was just thinking about this
poem and i reached a point
where thinking wasn't
enough and i had to physically
move and get my diary and a
pencil from anywhere to just
write it down-
again, this poem is very
near and dear to my heart
also because it was the
first poem i had showed to my
family, more like my maternal
grandfather (ily <3) and even
though he didn't understand it
cause it's in english, i still love
the fact he asked me to explain
it in hindi, our mother tongue.
i
ts so sappy but still. 𝖳_𝖳
i hope you
like this poem.
-
In a bustling crowd with a
buzzing mind,
I sat with a thousand thoughts,
And a thought came to me like a sorrowful man's tears
And of like the blood of one he's lost
In a glance, I saw a million people,
Puzzling something in their own mind,
And a man with a look, who sat and shook
Every thought that becomes alive.
With confused curiosity, I walked to him
And asked him a thought:
If pain so big and words so many
How could a thousand letters mot express what you sought?
With no speech no utter, no glooming stutter,
He looked up st me with a smile──
And then I understood, the pain it took
For me to see that in a while.
<3
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kairos
Short Storykai • ros [ 'kīräs ] noun, greek the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement.
