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Bhavani Sriram Poem
She was not whole
And she would never be
Bound by her tears
Parts of her were trapped in worlds that ceased to exist
For she had given up fragments of herself
That seemed to vanish in the countless pages that she had read
Buried underneath the words that had torn her apart
Her heart was lost
Copyright © Bhavani Sriram | Year Posted 2022
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Bhavani Sriram Poem
Death's voice deranges my mind.
It feels as if the clock above my head has begun to unwind.
A decade and beyond,
But only now am I beginning to feel alarmed.
If only I had a magic wand.
14, 15, to where have my stolen memories disappeared?
Thursday, Friday-Monday, Tuesday...
Did Saturday and Sunday run away?
Oh please, in my dreams allow me to stay,
Times' endless cycle has made me weary.
Dear lord, haven't you heard me pray?
Atleast set a bounty, any price I will pay.
From dawn to when the moon is reborn, I've never witnessed twilights' haze.
For all that I crave is a single interlude-
To be free from times' curse.
For every time I open my eyes, the ticking will only invigorate.
Perhaps for an hour, a minute even, if time didn't wane...
Then maybe, just maybe... Would I be able to rest at ease.
Free from the burdens labeled as responsibilities... Only then,
Can I simply exist in a serene state of seclusion.
Alone on this horizon, where I was born.
Left with a vision; the glorious sight of a conclusion.
Now I will have found my reason.
With that newfound clarity...
I shall live in harmony with the ticking that once daunted me.
Copyright © Bhavani Sriram | Year Posted 2023
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