Her mind was a pristine gallery,
A catalogue of shiny data,
An unforeseen storm blemished the sheen,
Coating the contents with cloudy dust.
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The fog settled on names and places,
Blurring the vision of her mind,
She meandered, lost in its alleys,
Searching for hopeβs light in the dark.
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The hunt for misplaced things darkened her day,
Conversations puzzled, made her ashamed,
She raged, lamented, the knotty plight,
Cooping up, she withdrew into a shell.
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Building up an imaginary sphere,
She receded further from her circles,
Alone, forgotten, in her sunset years,
Trapped eternally in the vacuum.
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Thank you so much, dear πππ
So beautifully captured Moonmoondi!!
Thanks so much, dear Amrita. ππ
The soul of the poem needs a lot of work, as itβs a difficult theme to write on. Wasnβt sure if I could write on it but the word and thoughts wouldnβt let go of me π
Very poignant. So well written π I can visualize βherβ.
Thanks so much, dear Gowri ππ
So poignant and beautiful, my dear! flow of the poem ππliked the language usedππ
Thanks so much, dear Pooja. ππ
I could visualise this person, all through your beautiful words. Well done, my friend. Well done.ππππ
Thank you so much, dear friend. ππππ
So grateful to each of you for the encouragementπ
Last stanza…… very strong
Thank you, dear Fatema ππ
Beautiful.
Thank you so much, maβam. ππ
Just loved it Moonmoon
Thank you so much, Indrani. ππ
Poignant and deep
Beautifully penned
Thank you so much, ma’am for the encouragement. <3 <3 <3
Very beautifully captured Moonmoon Chowdhury! Your words are beautiful.
Thank you so much for the encouragement, dear Mumtaz. <3 <3 <3
Love love loved itπππ
Thank you so much, dearππππ