I adhered to pour out my felt gleam
In to words,
The Fence of ‘Dos and Donts” hindered me,
My breath was also cleft
and I was pulled back to the Claimed Sacred silt.
My room’ s floor and my shelves were filled
With the crumpled pages,
The Reign of ‘Bricks and Bulks” frightened me,
My Heart was also weary
and I was left out in the Claimed Dignified Door.
I was winged and gifted for some
With rare roar,
The Constellation of ‘ Sophisticated and Sovereignty ” tore me,
My wounds were also sprutting
and I was thrown into the Claimed Ordeal Oracle.
© Annum Shabbir
I am Annum, an obsessed admirer of Nature and a passionate poet. Confessional spirits, natural elements, philosophy and soulful search for empathy are the most honored topics in my writings.
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