On world poetry day

MY POETRY UNFOLDED OUT OF THE FOLDS

Where your hurt ends mine begins,

My solitude reveals all that's grim,

I walk through a tunnel of darkness,

Every drop of pain I carry with me

Before I knock at heaven's door,

So calm and sublime.

The river of time flows through me

Gurgles and babble non-stop,

All memories so fresh and alive,

I start scribbling down

Word by word,

My poetry unfolded out of the folds.

Bruises marked on my heart

Still hurts,

The wounds gone pale and dry,

Yet burns and

The scars remain in my world

There's no escape.

I wonder , I look for the flame,

I'm drawn towards the gloom,

Days pass by,

I keep walking through a tunnel of darkness,

Every drop of grief I carry along

Before I knock at heaven's door

To attain tranquility and peace.

NANDINI MITRA © MAR 21, 2023