I am shut up
in a room of fear-
I sit with a muted howl-
should I choose
a deadly cyclone
to be the soul
of my words-
or should I be the silent witness
and watch
how this fake human world
glass-breaks on its own-
All my original work on this site is in draft form and is not be reproduced without my permission
Life beyond Barriers
mapping the nest
poetry... mostly...
Wake Up!
All my original work on this site is in draft form and is not be reproduced without my permission
Life beyond Barriers
mapping the nest
poetry... mostly...
Wake Up!
Tagore Songs in Translation
I like birds
Wet Ink - Don't Smudge
Scribbling Spiritual Sand...
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. ~Robert Frost
~ Poetry and Rhyme by Sumyanna -
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