About Poetry, a Poem

Poetry comes from a certain brokenness A rejection, a hurt

Rarely from celebration 

Rather poetry are words

Seeping through cracks of a soul

Waiting for day break 

Shedding the gloom 

Through words

A certain catharsis 

Experiences get double distilled 

Into the world of words

The lifeworld of intellect

Simply does not satiate

The mirror of the soul


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