The Cry Poem by Meenu Alex

The Cry

Rating: 5.0


It was quite unmusical and clumsy like a crushing sound of the fried snacks
There was an intermittent jerk, gritty brakes in between
Squeaky shrieks in the end
The default settings were at loser’s end
And at last the hateful wetness like …tears
Oh no its like going back to the wild and be a miserable uncivilized
Braking away from the appearances was a tough ugly task
A menace actually
She laughed in wild rhythm
Throwing back the hairs in hysteric ecstasy
Madness seized her and she was soothed in tender hands of anarchy
The wind lent her its easy hand to unfold the security
She jeered at the safety walls with a leap to the open ground of mud and stain
She was corrupted in their eyes and she was happy!
That’s how the story goes…no full stops only semicolon; ; ; ;

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