Engulfed in surging emotions.
Distraught thoughts cause commotion
With delinquent mind running riots.
Curled to spring out even in quiet.
Yet one sits poised
Blankly starring at the wall
Reflecting how time has turned its wheel
With precariously little left to heal.
Blunder of words
Has taken its call.
Deeply wounded
Lashed and hounded
Stands life
Knowing well
Things that are pleasant
Never do last
For though we dwell
In the present
We live
To delve in the past.
By Binita Jha
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