Poetry - Suchismita Ghoshal

OF WATER AND REJUVENATION

Water drops cascading from my eyes, Holding the values of an unfixed past, Curving the world in a dismal room, And painting the scenario with the abrupt Shades of maddening emotions. I look through the pavement of my heart, Evasive with the taunting thoughts, And I glide past the haunting pool Of untouchable feelings and expressions. Stooping low before a defeated phase, My tear drops turn dews and then evaporate As the mind holds the bulky unholiness And burdened with the fear of tantrums. Horrifies me the glistening idol of glamour; Full of vague spuriousness and fraudulence, I strongly boycott all the blatant pangs As I have encompassed my feelings In the beautiful box of gloomy aches. The vast azureus ocean of agonizing scream Calls me for an expedition to insipidly own. Water drops carolling for my triumph story As I hail from the land of ultimate glory.

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