English poetry, Poetry

REALISATION

Like dried leaves
Picked up and hurled into the air
By a storm,
Pressure builds inside the head,
Words swirl
Looking for an outlet.
Alas, Outside, death lurks;
In friendly handshake
In human breath.
The words that would
normally every day
Find ears of friends
and accomplices,
Spent on advice
and pretence,
Find their road barred
By layers of cloth.
Too much has probably been said,
Too many opinions expressed,
Boasts of invincibility,
Of pride in human knowledge,
Now lie tattered and shredded.
Imprisoned thus in layers of cloth
Words lose garrulity.
And in the ensuing silence,
The mind works
Establishing a divine connect!

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Dated- 15th May 2020

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