Low-Spirited Soul Poem by ECZ Silwal

Never
The words let me be lonely;
Whether it's the bleak fall
Or the verdant spring,
Always they circumambulate me.

To establish a rapport
With the gloomy soul,
Who calls me every night
I came out of the dark room.

Neither have I got a compass 🧭
Nor the map to go there.
But still have my heart got connection
So he probably will govern me up to there.

Perhaps,
They are afraid of society
For the society lowered their vibration;
So they have been living
A way far from the society
Where no sound of society could go.

Neither
I am a magnetizer
Nor a spiritual healer
But I am a poet
I could inject a poetic soul into them
And raise their vibration
So I come out of the dark room.
©Mr. ECZ||Wed 18 Sep 2019