The Tapestry of the Unspoken
They say, everyone has a poet in them.
But I disagree, some emotions can't really be penned.
If everyone were to be poets,
Would the world be blind to the beauty of trivial joys?
Perhaps, the best poems are the ones left unspoken.
Those silent tears, unheard confessions,
That unrequited love, that first heartbreak,
Tainting memories and stories that ache.
They say, when you are a poet,
you can cry for everything.
But why should it be a poet's burden to bear?
To ink the pages with their very own tears?
So let the poet's pen be free.
Let the world write their own poetry,
In that hushed tapestry, awaken that poet in you,
For everyone indeed has a poet in them.
© Adrija Banerjee
But I disagree, some emotions can't really be penned.
If everyone were to be poets,
Would the world be blind to the beauty of trivial joys?
Perhaps, the best poems are the ones left unspoken.
Those silent tears, unheard confessions,
That unrequited love, that first heartbreak,
Tainting memories and stories that ache.
They say, when you are a poet,
you can cry for everything.
But why should it be a poet's burden to bear?
To ink the pages with their very own tears?
So let the poet's pen be free.
Let the world write their own poetry,
In that hushed tapestry, awaken that poet in you,
For everyone indeed has a poet in them.
© Adrija Banerjee