Rhythmic Sunday – Adrija Basu

POETRY

I try and try, every night I try
Oh poetry! Why do you deny?
No muse am I to seek, no divinely shower
But the shining silver, blooming in nightly bower.

The hustling breath, confining regularity,
Oh poetry! Release me from this perplexity.
Not Hippocrene, but the unsung spring
Let it lull me with tunes that none sings.

Noisy streets and smokey sky;
Dull minds, inebriated high.
No chirping tunes, but cacophony
Roads, buildings and souls in lack of harmony.

If I run and run , if not to mother nature,
Oh poetry! Assist my absconding in your imagination.
Away from hustles, pretends and falsity
Poetry and I shall be one in joyous unity.