Where is my poetry
Written and folded in my dream
Did it melt down my eyes
Is it lost in your stream
Search me back my poetry
Or give me back my dream.
Is there an escape
From the feeling of helplessness?
When one knows the truth
Yet yearns for peace.
Let me not learn the truth
Let me not find the stream.
Besieged by thoughts
The mind yearns for words
Robbed of peace
It cries in bursts
It demands, it seeks
It asks –
Where is my poetry
That beauty of my mind
It has left me
Or did I leave it behind
Search me back my poetry
Or come mellow my mind.
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