You A Brick Wall Poem by malini kadir
You A Brick Wall
You a Brick wall
Around me
Imprisoned some say
locked in say others
But wall stands tall around me
It protects me
When I need protection the most
I have built it
With mere thought
carefully
in passionate fires roasted
High and lofty
red brick rack
four sides fall
each holds a memory
In safe storage!
To make me see its colour
To awaken my self pride
And arch my back
To crane my neck
To look beyond
Yet my eyes
tend to look straight
Only to see its texture fine
Happy my soul
Wishes to fly out not
No more feels
stifled within
It is accustomed
To its disappointments
Has caved in to reality
Letting a single tear
Fall to express the anguish
The inner truth
Expressed
Yet unexpressed
For words have failed
When emotions choke
Till hope
In black robes of
A spirited raven
Comes into the window
To hop about
With its beak
scraping the edges
A new pattern to emerge
On the red brick wall
This fall
A new seasonal change
Is due
What say you?
Asks the raven…
Naughty you!
Head coquettishly cocked
To one side
I can not help smiling!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir
Dear, I failed to mention about the beauty of your poems. They are all superb. the style, the rhymes and the beauty of choice of words, all are excellent. Ofcourse, the message is too sharp and deep and penetrating that I cant help but feel it as if i am knifed through the womb hole. NO choice, but accepting with practical prudence the life that is before us.
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4/26/2024 5:35:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear, I failed to mention about the beauty of your poems. They are all superb. the style, the rhymes and the beauty of choice of words, all are excellent. Ofcourse, the message is too sharp and deep and penetrating that I cant help but feel it as if i am knifed through the womb hole. NO choice, but accepting with practical prudence the life that is before us. May be I am wrong..........You must have meant the inhibitions or inner wall which will kill your passions perhaps or rather the matrimony, its sphere of curtailing effect.