In the Black Streets of My Mind
IN THE BACKSTREETS OF MY MIND
Loud crowd of feeling
in the black streets of my mind
failing to revolt
jumbled, bewildered, confused
random, but in plenitude.
Some ask to aggress,
some advice just to forget,
better to ignore.
Some insist to take bold step,
not to indulge or endure.
When I myself fail
to tackle wicked liar,
nasty betrayer,
if the being gets suffering,
I rejoice, ‘Rightly served’!
Strong emotive urge
sometimes don’t bother at all,
ready to confront.
Yet compulsive helplessness
expect revenge by Nature.
09/26/19
'In The Back Streets Of My Mind' Contest by Silent One.
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2019
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