A Place To Hide… Poem by Nithin Jacob

Young face, bright face
Shower praise, show face
Some stay, and few say…
Words that thrust hard
Words that cut loose
And it’s time, its chance…
So, strike it for who you are
Strike it for what you are
Let your dark circles aside
Let your dark shades aisle
Young face, pale face
Shower praise, show face
They lost hope…
Words that thrust hard
Words buried them alive
And time never gave chance
Chance was all they needed
So, be free for who you are
So, be free for what you are
Let the past leave them alone
Let them know that they live
I hear bells ringing from a shore
These cells burn to flee the martyr
And I am he; he never want to be me
I wish to be away and alone
From the fame and love I had once…
Now I hear my voice echo from the hill
Strike it for who you are, what you are
And the lost souls shall be cared by the rest
And, I’m leaving to an island, to be away
And, I’m leaving to an island, to be alone
Alone I will live… alone I will die…
And the memoirs in me shall be buried along…