Burden Of Writing Poetry Poem by indira babbellapati
Burden Of Writing Poetry
I'm trapped
In my own poetry;
Poetry morphed into
A crown of thorns
Adorning my head;
A cross I bear:
Each word, a nail driven
Into me to secure me...
Can no longer carry
This burden called life
Forever trapped...
Thrown into a murky hole
The hole is my connect
Food, air and water
Roll down the hole
Day and night are displayed
Through the hole;
Is Poetry
My clock
My vigil,
My guard,
My sustenance?
A sensitive soul is a willing slave to the power of poetry! ! !
Poetry is that bitter/sweet pill that enslaves us all. A Lovely poem.
At times poetry becomes a compelling obsession! Our mind grows sometimes agitated when it gets pregnant with ideas and words are incapable of expressing them through powerful linkage! ! A wonderful poem
trapped....yes! if not how can life resemble smartness with dignity....taking pride being a poet. hope u're doing good mam. uR iNDiAN
Let poetry be a means to convey one's feelings. Let it be only a burden to the extent that one cannot hold them inside any longer. Nice poem.
A fascinating poem which reflects the qualities of any poet! SO, so beautiful, Indira ! ENJOYED!
It is gifted one slightly shifted one when bathed into the ocean of poetry who want to go back...nice one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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wonderful, really wonderful, many many thanks indira,