My Travel To My Inside
My Travel to my Inside
It is raining outside
Water is running as flood in gutters
But Inside
I am burning in extreme heat
It is a gate of palace
Tons of gold and unlimited gems
But inside
I am in dirty rags
Light showering moon in the sky and
Cluster of twinkling stars
But inside
Blind dark forest
Innumerable relations
As father, mother and son
But inside
Wandering as lonely orphan
Too many controversies and cons
Before realizing me
He turned my last page of life
To come out from meaningless shouts
I am travelling in to me
Copyright © Sakthee Ravichandran | Year Posted 2017
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