Epiphany
written by: Leena Thampi
We poets linger between words,
It’s a rare privilege to live within the memories of ourselves,
Subtly getting detached from our poems,
Once written we are emotionally liberated,
Somewhere we brazenly shatter to rise in our true forms.
The whole story was written
She lost her somewhere in between the lines,
She poured out her heart instead of verses.
Edited and formatted with uncertainties,
She invited unusual rain and thunder,
Uncannily a plant in the corner reminded her life exists.
Etymology never changes ideology,
She exudes love and light,
Rekindling the fire to live again;
Alas! it’s too late, no more strings attached,
Her story is the greatest legacy left behind,
A footprint on the sands of time,
Everything is buried, now there’s nothing but mud,
Does everything end in graves?
Leaving the souls space to converse.
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