Stifled Anguish - Poem by brindha saran
Clutching and grasping into amorphous darkness
Randomly grappling for the elusive;
Stale murkiness in the air - and then
those elusive moments come by...
Grab you must, on alert;
For these elusive moments
seem rare and momentary - in the
enigmatic darkness of life...
Ephemeral passion and the (p) e(r) vasive love
doesn't bother to dropp by even in the passing;
Trapped by outmoded scriptures and religions
Enslaved by dogmatic vestiges of imperious traditions.
Scream and scream the anguish out
and the world hurriedly swarms past;
Not one hears or even sees - as you stand
alone in the middle of the maddening crowd.
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