Silencing the SelfA Poem by Archishman Rick
As I go silencing the self,
At first I hear cries of defeat, As if drowning trying to delve, Into deep wells soaked in conceit. Then from deeper trenches echo, Whims that dare not come out of chains, Restrained too tightly to let go, Even though dampened by the rains. After those dry fiery winds rage, Blowing passion out of its cage, Silent storm born in boisterous calm, In the soul no longer scared of harm. Good to go silencing the self, And embrace the woe of defeat, To dig through hushed rhymeless pits, And unearth roars of great feat. © 2023 Archishman Rick |
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Added on September 27, 2022 Last Updated on January 24, 2023 AuthorArchishman RickWest Bengal, IndiaAboutA fellow in my mid twenty's, I have a knack to challenge myself mentally and physically. Whether it strengthens or softens my general naivety, I do not know. I hope to find, and trust the worth in t.. more..Writing
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