I Listen
Hearts agonies-grilled
Tears brim-filled
They pour out.
Like heavy rains after a drought
Vivacious are their aches.
Bearing all, mind breaks
I sit
Physique-psyche knit
I'm not a psychiatrist.
Nor an emancipationist
No solution I give
I'm not corroborative.
Volcanic fire-blaze
Ignites optimism-rays
I never ensure
Cure
Self-realization
Causes transformation
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2023
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