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I Wonder
"mOnce I sat down
With all my frustrations,
With the desperation to murder each inhibition living
nowhere but within me,
It would have been nice if I had a knife
However, weapons weren't lethal enough to put the
inhibitions down.
Sitting there, wanting to cause harm to these demons,
My eyes fell on a thin white sheet of plant fibre,
Along with it was a innocuous object, that’s what I
thought.
Picking these objects with no expectations at all, I
poured all of myself into the sheet through this object
of different shades,
To my surprise, it frightened all the demons or
probably tranquilized them.
That was the time I sat, With all my frustrations
And Found something to control them with,
to frighten them with.
I guess I had a shield now.
Again, I am sitting, With some of my frustrations.
With the desperation to murder the rest of inhibitions,
Perhaps I enjoyed slaughtering these demons with
something so ordinary,
But I wonder if I have over-exploited the only guard I
had.
Or my womb of ideas has gotten barren.
Now, I am as clueless as before. Did it change
anything at all?
I wonder and I wonder and I wonder."
Copyright ©
Sachin Bisht
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