Lost in the hullabaloos of the city dwelling,
between the hustling of vehicle,
and the cacophony of escalating noise,
his emotions were in turmoil,
and his delirious soul
trying hard to survive,
but his attempts were frail
as it assumed quietude
And then one day
with rustling steps
his soul wandered away
from the concrete structures into the woods
trying to find its share of respite in the wild,
the abode, which he left long time ago,
drawn by the glitter of the city, he so much loved
And now as he saw his roots withered,
dreams shattered,
soul sold,
the city took away everything away but not hope,
as he coppiced his heart
to regrow the copse of his love
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Splendid… 😊
“soul sold” i love that.
Thanks Atifa
Thanks so much, Anne
Absolutely beautiful!❤️
Thanks so much, Rich
You’re always welcome! 🙂
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Magnificent and eloquent, uplifting!
Thanks so much, Tanya. Much appreciate your read
‘coppiced his heart…’ this is a brilliant metaphor.
Thanks so much for your kind words. Much humbled
Wow I love this
Thanks so much, Adithya
Wow!!
This was brilliant and so true!
Ekdam national forest wala feel aa gaya padhke.The forest where we find solace and rediscover ourselves 💟
Haha. I know how you love them Thanks so much dear Yasmin ❤️❤️
Loved the wordplay and the underlying emotions of getting back to our roots to find the solace lost in the hustle bustle of this busy city life.
Thanks so much for getting the essence of my poem
I’m humbled.
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Intriguing….
Thanks so much for your beautiful read and comment