I'm trapped
In my own poetry;
Poetry morphed into
A crown of thorns
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trapped....yes! if not how can life resemble smartness with dignity....taking pride being a poet. hope u're doing good mam. uR iNDiAN
Let poetry be a means to convey one's feelings. Let it be only a burden to the extent that one cannot hold them inside any longer. Nice poem.
A fascinating poem which reflects the qualities of any poet! SO, so beautiful, Indira ! ENJOYED!
It is gifted one slightly shifted one when bathed into the ocean of poetry who want to go back...nice one
Poetry is that bitter/sweet pill that enslaves us all. A Lovely poem.
A sensitive soul is a willing slave to the power of poetry! ! !
At times poetry becomes a compelling obsession! Our mind grows sometimes agitated when it gets pregnant with ideas and words are incapable of expressing them through powerful linkage! ! A wonderful poem