Only Poetry
Boarding on the boat
of poetry, my joyful
heart came here in
the ocean of poesy.
Elated I, bloomed
with my petals, thought,
I'll be a rock underneath
the crust to hold
my golden trove.
But, now, now the dripping
of my Copper blood,
pushes me to be Lead.
I can't unfold, the
rotten history of the beaten path,
on which he walks, trots,
to turn me to ash.
I'm a barren tree....
My two branches left
to be segregated
from my stem.
I'm a big 'Y'---
surrendered to be arrested
by poetry only.
Only Poetry! ! ! !
poem by Nilakshi Das
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