None Of You Get Me Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

None of you get me
None can understand
My face and form
Snowflakes melting
In storms.
An ember of youth
Ashen and gone.

Delve in deep
Listen to
What I speak
In the crystal
Of my tears
See reflections
Of pains and fears

I am a stream
Restless, clear
Fresh, pristine
You want a pond
Stagnant, murky
Mossy, spawned

In white noise
Of my breath
My past
And
My strengths.

In span
Of my wings
Memories
Threaded
In time's strings

Lies truth
Of my
Winters
Hot summers
Verdant springs
Nalini