POETRY ICONS: POETESS.SARADA'S PAGE: 3
Moved
Moved out of my family
No..no..kicked out is better said
His stinging words ~stinking in my head
Moved out…to the end of my life
To end my life
None at my door behind
Stopping me. No kids he gave
All two decades, I washed his linen
Stinking.. Yes!!
No..no..kicked out is better said
His stinging words ~stinking in my head
Moved out…to the end of my life
To end my life
None at my door behind
Stopping me. No kids he gave
All two decades, I washed his linen
Stinking.. Yes!!
Scorching sun above
Sucked all water ~ rivers and canals dry
Where shall I throw myself
Moved on
Destination unknown
Scared of shadows and darkness
Misty eyed..I moved on
Pages of future
Wrapped in blankness
No images.. No mirages
Emptiness touching me
From all corners
Afraid.. I moved on
My paces quickened
Ran against the wind
Into nothingness
Years of restrictions
Now, my legs ran
Jumped…danced
Yes..the freedom
I sensed
Ecstasy ~ Euphoria
Tears summed up
Over years of solitude
Flowed
Cleansing my inner being..
I moved on
© Sarada
Sucked all water ~ rivers and canals dry
Where shall I throw myself
Moved on
Destination unknown
Scared of shadows and darkness
Misty eyed..I moved on
Pages of future
Wrapped in blankness
No images.. No mirages
Emptiness touching me
From all corners
Afraid.. I moved on
My paces quickened
Ran against the wind
Into nothingness
Years of restrictions
Now, my legs ran
Jumped…danced
Yes..the freedom
I sensed
Ecstasy ~ Euphoria
Tears summed up
Over years of solitude
Flowed
Cleansing my inner being..
I moved on
© Sarada
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