Nupur Gupta
I want to write,
but I don’t know what
Feelings seek freedom,
I know not from what
An outlet they seek,
my pen my only medium
But words elude me,
leaving me forever reeling…
A cup of coffee,
a flat table top
The quiet of the noon,
and the soul that was not
Meant to be content,
in this world of inheritance
But what are we receiving, if not,
Broken hopes, shattered dreams, baseless fears,
A broken heart.