Still Alive ?
under the spell of silence
stars I see glistening bright
hope, is it still alive?
mine is flickering like the tube light
butterflies of paper I crafted
easily they seem to fall
love that I poured in creating
the adhesive did not fit at all
the fairies I pasted on the chosen wall
ceased to brighten the nights
that time when I enjoyed drowning
with my diary and pen to write
hope, is it still alive?
mine seems to be loosing its comfort
with an unknown silence inside.
by
Kritika
*I weaved this piece a few months back but was dubious about publishing it. Last night I read a piece on hope written by Punam https://paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com/2020/08/24/sometimes/ which resonates with me. Not just me but many on this platform would associate themselves with it. Click on the link to read through her poem.
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