Priyanshi Dass


Eh, Who Cares? - Poem by Priyanshi Dass

I wasn't born to write
With every bent petal,
and every fallen leaf,
my ma's sweet kisses
And papa's gentle smile
I learned to write

A five year old me was once fascinated
by the loop of an ‘e'
and the playful swing of an ‘m',
The wide smile of a ‘d' delighted me
Words were powerful and mesmerising,
now they lie discarded and ignored
in broken stanzas of self proclaimed irrelevance

I watch the black ugly marks
That taints countless sheets of paper
They surround me in a sea of ink
That once flowed carefully and slowly
A thousand thoughts with each single word
Drained lies my mind, my breath's not a whisper but a plea
My heart pumps blood not ink, I'm not a poet, it says
Incoherent scribblings mock me with their existence

As a child, confined spaces scared me
But now, a confined mind petrifies me with just a glimpse
A pen stays gripped in my hand
I wonder what it fears more
My inability to let the ink flow coherently
Or my arrogant ramblings, regardless
And fearless of consequences
While I stumble on disjointed verses

A paper aeroplane is my best accomplishment
In my two hour search for freedom and thought
Who cares for pretty words and mystifying couplets?
When the idea of a paper boat seems much more exciting

-പ്രിയാന്ഷി ദാസ്‌


Comments about Eh, Who Cares? by Priyanshi Dass

  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (8/2/2014 8:04:00 AM)

    paper boat much more exciting, right, I like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 2, 2014



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