Being alone in a house full of people
Into your thoughts you go deeper & deeper
Cooped up in yourself trying to breakfree
Nowhere to go except your room doors three
You learn from people outside stories they tell
And imagining the world sitting inside the well
Seeing the same sun and walls everday
Talking to none but yourself if you may
Holding in you a life that once was
Busy and bubbling now stagnent for a cause
Waiting to burst out, yell and flee
Begging to be heard, begging to be me! !
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A refined poetic imagination, Tanmayi. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.