The Mysterious Image
I wake up to another hectic day,
then look at myself and ask," who are you?"
Now I won't let my heart be lost astray;
someone from the dark watches me in hue.
There is a world outside painted in blue,
that remains bizarre yet always feels proud,
every soul on earth constitutes that crowd;
pouring wine under chandeliers in glee,
they rush through their lives complaining aloud;
oh dear not long ago that had been me.
They seem to be my forlorn history,
from a lost life in an old distant land,
a story that remains a mystery,
dull pages of a book buried in sand.
Ah! I recognize this image so tanned,
it no longer seems to haunt the darkness,
that's my image with a little starkness!
"You define yourself by who you have been,
I'm here to enthrall, you misunderstand,
time for you to create what you haven't seen."
May 10, 2020
For Dizain - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance(Dear Heart)
~Winner: First Place
BRIAN'S SELECT J,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~Winner: First Place
Copyright © Aditi Mishra | Year Posted 2020
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