POETRY FALLS ASLEEP IN MY ARMS
Night is entangled in darkness,
A squeezing sensation I feel in my chest,
I caress my wounds alone,
A river of mixed emotions flow deep down my soul
Wrapped in deathly silence ,
Me and my Poetry
Wander through the forest of my thoughts
No thrills only mystery surrounds,
My conscious self stays wide awake
In the shadows of my solitude ,
I ponder on the existence of a sentient being,
I embrace my doubts, my rights and wrongs,
My sorrows, my woes and
Slowly, Poetry falls asleep in my arms.
NANDINI MITRA © DECEMBER 1, 2023
A squeezing sensation I feel in my chest,
I caress my wounds alone,
A river of mixed emotions flow deep down my soul
Wrapped in deathly silence ,
Me and my Poetry
Wander through the forest of my thoughts
No thrills only mystery surrounds,
My conscious self stays wide awake
In the shadows of my solitude ,
I ponder on the existence of a sentient being,
I embrace my doubts, my rights and wrongs,
My sorrows, my woes and
Slowly, Poetry falls asleep in my arms.
NANDINI MITRA © DECEMBER 1, 2023