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The Fragileness In Me

This is an image of forests in India like the Buxwaha Forest

I didn’t want all of these

I took my shelter in the desolated woods

Was afraid of lights and befriended the nights

From my closed door, I kept my surveillance

Was writing the song of my felonies

Suddenly you found my shortcomings and lit the torch

Closing the chapters of the sorrowful flights

you dragged me away from my stand

But I was long lost in your thirst

I have forgotten the lines of new poems

In the silence of past I still dwelled

Will shatter if the lights are too bright

Be with me in these new searches

Lead me with patience towards the unknown ride

Let it be my last attempt, the pieces in me,are still fragile

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