Day-12 NaPoWriMo-2023
Similes and metaphors
Rhyme and rhythm
Do not belong
In the legacy of daily struggles.
The existence goes through
A Damocles sword.
The raw tenderness,
The trapped emotions
The shattered dreams
The aching wounds
The everyday drudgery
Pushes the boundaries.
It is then, words buried deep,
Surface, when the flowers bloom,
When the evenings glow
Like a vulnerable bride,
When the sweet melody of a Koel
Heals an endless solitude.
Words are an escape route
A catharsis to cleanse the soul
An unspoken bond,
A friendship for life...
Participating in : NaPoWriMo-2023
"It is then, words buried deep,
ReplyDeleteSurface, when the flowers bloom,
When the evenings glow
Like a vulnerable bride,"
Lovely lines. :)
Thank you very much :)
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