When heart gets throttled
By countless scars and sores
Unable to be bottled down,
When the mind gets blinded
By the dazzles of affluence
Grown on heaps of arrogance,
My pen stands and depicts
A grim pictorial tale of woes Loitering and writhing within
To be unhitched from hiccups.
When smiles are smothered,
Smashed by circumstances
With no human control over,
When eyes are submerged
Into tearful depth of sorrows
Unable to take on social pain,
My pen stands and upholds
Cascading tears into poetry
Weaved into wreaths of solace
With fragrance of eternal bliss.
