THE NON-CONFORMIST

The Non-conformist! Caprisoned my mind might seemThough my thoughts clearly I seeI hold them to be so sacrosanctWould not let myself be illusioned You ask me, I state explicitlyI’ve got my point, can’t dilly-dallyThe hardest is to believeWhat I know to be utterly false Though the fear of showing brutal indifference To matters that aContinue reading “THE NON-CONFORMIST”

Oh Poetry!

Where are the words that thrilled my reader?What took away my laconic, scintillating words?Why doesn’t my pen bleed red anymore?Thy emotions that flowed purely, unhesitatingly; where are thee? Poetry, when you drew me to yourself, I didn’t resistYour art submerged me into beautifulnessThrough you, all things, I perceived graciouslySo, I learnt you every day, soContinue reading “Oh Poetry!”

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