Medúlla Poem by YatharthR Rajput

all the poetry that is refluxed and comes
out the opening, it is assimilated
into ink and ranted on a paper
such configuration of thoughts is enamoring.

to be swalloed in forms of experiences
and puked out through words
is a blissful obliteration
such configuration of thoughts is enamoring.

each and every word written on this paper
has become a shadow of a shielding mother
the words have become bricks and the pen cement
such configuration of thoughts -
to build a wall of a mother
is enamoring.

so every time you try to shake this wall
the cement holds itself tighter than before
and grins, saying 'you thought it was over
but the ink runs in the medúlla'