Lost
written by: Angel Chavan
I wander around in the midst of the wind,
I try to find the lost and listen to their plea.
In the garden of thorns, in the sky of clouds,
I try to find the mute who wants to shout.
In the market of glares, in the book of lies,
I try to find the truth, and solace eyes.
In the room of locks, I try to find the key,
I try to find the lost, but the lost is me.
A young writer from Mumbai who finds inspiration in her raw instincts and emotions. I believe poetry doesn't always need to be complicated it just needs to be real. When I'm not writing, i enjoy being a little reckless and simply having fun with life.
