Abir Sinha

Mess - Poem by Abir Sinha

I am messed up, she said..
Shoving him away.
Not letting out the despondency that had engulfed her for so many days.

The sorrow that she hid long from the entire world,
Putting up the bravest face she could, to her family and friends.
Her soul intertwined with the forlornness.

With questions looming large in her murky thoughts,
Her heart numb in the cold frost,
The destinesia had made her feel lost.

I am messed up, she said in pain! !
With his arms spread wide, the boy shouted in disdain...
'Glad to be messed up again.'

Topic(s) of this poem: hope, love and life, new, relationship, sorrow

Form: Elegy

Comments about Mess by Abir Sinha

  • Chinedu Dike (9/23/2015 10:31:00 AM)

    A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned in poetic diction with good rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing Abir. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Kelly Kurt (9/13/2015 7:03:00 PM)

    A wonderful poem, Abir. Thanks (Report) Reply

    (9/13/2015 7:05:00 PM)

    Thanks.. Means a lot. :)

Read all 3 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 13, 2015

[Report Error]