Down a Storm Drain
I fear if this piece of glass
Hanging on end wall
Shows who lies beneath my skin
Her outlets,words that drop from my curved lips
Or the words that she hides
Compressing them beneath tied tongue
Stares, through which she sees a world
In her own perspective
Keeps her contemplations beneath my fleshy layers
Some dying in flick of moment
And some expanding to the universe outside
I always walk the line
Of fear and false ego
If you see the bitter water
Maybe you'll hate standing
Besides my eclipsed stream
As it slowly engulfs
In shadowed mouth of it's darkness
Whoever close to her
The known alien who started staying from eons
The time unknown to me
I know,she cares not for anyone
Just I and myself
Every selfish emotion it hides
Beneath folds with tiniest pores
Struggling forever for it's freedom
I wish I could abandon it in the storm drain
When monsoon clouds decide to come down
Failing to bear it's own weight of tears
20/03/2019
Copyright © Purbasha Roy | Year Posted 2019
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