Monday 20 July 2020

Poetry



She comes and washes

away my fears like waves 

hitting the shore,

touching my feet gently!


Wiping away particles of sand,

every time a little bit more.

She asks me why my mind is 

at a never-ending war!


Why I wander around

not knowing what

 I am looking for.


Poetry wants to free me of my 

insecurities, inhibitions

and those old-fashioned traditions.


But I am too rigid to change- 

so I ask poetry politely to leave me 

like she found me.

But I am never the same.


-udbhavi

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