My Grieving Refrainment!

 

Figure 1. An endless ocean of crowd.


This is my grieving refrainment!


Would you like to take a ride through it?

Would you like to dive deep into it?

Would you like to listen close to it,

when I whisper, low-key, fluttering my eyelids?


I see the crowd, but refrain from being seen. 

I hear voices, but refrain from being heard. 

I follow the footsteps, but refrain from being followed by.                    


I have felt stories, but refrain from spitting out mine.

I have encountered phonies, but refrain from admitting one.

I have known places, but refrain from calling one home of mine.


I have sensed the depth, but refrain from jumping in.

I have surrendered against time, but refrain from drowning in.

I have trespassed spaces, but refrain from walking in.


I can feel the golden pixie dust glow, but refrain from flying away with it.

I can infer my dreams transforming into reality, but refrain from sleeping tight with it.

I can smell the frozen winter's arrival, but refrain from getting along with it.


This is my grieving refrainment!


Would you like to take a ride through it?

Would you like to dive deep into it?

Would you like to listen close to it,

when I whisper , low-key, fluttering my eyelids?


Poem By;

Varsha Rout.



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