A Selfie Of My Self - 3 Poem by Seema Devi Sharma
A Selfie Of My Self - 3
The cloud of hatred
Grabs my soul,
The paths are blocked,
Vision is blurred.
Someone within me
Asks me why
Why am I here and
What is it to say?
When I ask who I am
Am I a social cultural being?
I have refused them
And they have refused me.
The cloud of hatred Grabs my soul, The paths are blocked, Vision is blurred. Nice poem. Enjoyed it. 10+
When I ask who I am Am I a social cultural being? I have refused them And they have refused me. Getiing philosophical Rimi? However 10 for this nice try.
The cloud of hatred Grabs my soul, The paths are blocked, Vision is blurred. Beautiful stanza of the poem. Loved it. Thanks for the sharing. 10 for it.
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Someone within me Asks me why Why am I here and What is it to say? Nice poem.10+++
Thank you Mitra dear for these kind words.