Anxiety is there, at the stroke of every pen
She sits by degrees on my fat, stubby fingers.
Between my elephantine words she hides,
After every minuscule period she lingers.
In the hesitation of speech she is heard,
At the back of my swallowed words she lies.
Never am I relieved of her bitterness,
Not even in the highs of my miserable life.
She is as quick as the light that falls,
Sturdier than the very last man standing.
In every No Man's Land she resides,
She lives on, long after my ending.
Beautiful piece of poetry depicting the oppressive and persistent nature of anxiety, well articulated and insightfully penned in good rhyme scheme with conviction. A lovely poem elegantly brought forth in good poetic diction. Thanks for sharing Mayuri. Please read my poem POETIC MASTERPIECE.
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I would like to translate this poem
You have talent. Keep on writing poetry