A World Within a World
In the dark of my fantasy
I found myself alone.
Fleed along with flawed imaginations.
I had malice for my profession.
I was stuck with my devil mind,
with the alley of the time.
A confused recollection of my past
was conflicting in my mind and heart.
The sight of aura all around
made some depressing sound.
The accelerated cadence of my core.
It choked my inner soul.
I lost total control.
It killed me inside and made several loops and holes.
A world fraught with freak, fraudulent, frail.
It confined my life like a jail.
It killed my confidence, emotions and my faith.
I started to hesitate.
It intruded my dreams and my mind,
to make my life intricate.
But then there a little sudden silence.
And a call of my inner voice.
I saw the rebirth of a branch on a wrecked tree.
It reciprocates my life,
and I realised life's levy secrecy.
It made me believe that
there is a world within a world.
And with faith, dedication and patience,
we can cross any hurdle.
It was the beginning of the internal fight.
there is spring after every autumn night
Copyright © Sudhanshu Kumar | Year Posted 2021
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