I took refuge in myself as a
hermit in an ancient cage,
enduring the thunders and
the howls of angry wolves
in my brain, as the centers
would not hold, no one ever
cared for my broken words
so I started to scribble long
verses on my aching heart
while taking refuge in my
my withered soul caged by
the barrage of human folly.
Superb!
Thanks Bill, I guess this is the case with all poets out there who take refuge in themselves and pen long verses since no one really gets them.
Beautiful poetry.
Thanks a lot my friend have a great day ahead!
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Ahhh we are talking about something similar already…… I resonate 😊
Poetry is addictive once you take refuge in it, you just dont care about the outside world any more
What a refuge. Love to be in such cage. Brilliantly decorated with your beautiful words
Shantanu, you are already in that cage!
Very nice
Thanks a lot Rita, I truly appreciate your words.
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Beautiful
Thanks a lot dear, have a great weekend!
Where would we be without our poetry. Totally dead inside.
I totally agree, without poetry we will be dead inside.
Again very thought provoking