I was no more
the language’s
tenacious upbringing
to read between the lines –
flip after flip into the pages of a book
I was of the
Silent stuff
upkeeping my truth;
hushed, and etched
deep inside me
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
If a mobius strip could be rendered as a poem,then this is it.
So much thanks for thy precious comments dear Sir Louis Kasatkin.
A challenging but striking piece of writing.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair Ji.