The more you want a reply from a person,
the more they'll keep silent..
The more they try to toss life, giving a forlorn space,
The more they are natural calamities, of the times,
The more they give time and space to life, the towering arrangements of fictions,
The more they hide the hive of activity, by hiding in tortoise (fabricated) shell,
The more they hurt the assortment of curios, by ruling the
"reign of robespierre",(torture of mind),
The more they push the thoughts, to cellar's center aisle,(dump),
The more the Coffee changes from "browniee" to "blanchee",
The more,, the head n heart's nettling emotions die,,
By default there's is freedom.
#WritcoPoemPrompt79

© Mishra Poonam