River
Meandering through my closet,
And the shelves kept around it,
Keeping its flow intact,
Bruising the wooden path,
Following me with force.
After dark looking for solace,
Unwinding-resting on my head,
Puddle engulfing me through,
Gushing sounds throbbing,
Cutting through me- under and over.
Flooding consequences -they weren’t,
Nor fresh water from a nearby well,
Nightmarish existence choking me,
It was my doing- tearful presence,
A subdued prey and the predator-
Bit by bit rotting the whole!
Copyright © Tejaswi Kalra | Year Posted 2023
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