Interrogation

Interrogation

A Poem by Shantamurti Paul
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This is a poem questioning about priority and what matters the most. These random questions add up somewhere and I feel it will be quite relatable for the readers.

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Stars, you shine?

Or do you glitter? 

Is it original?

It doesn't matter

You just look good,

I just feel good,Is that it?

But when you don't, you frown

When you dismiss your sparkling crown

Will I miss it?


Heart, you beat?

Or do you thump? 

Does it matter when you stop

Pretending a bump?

You just flow good,

I believe it, is that it? 

But sudden you die, you leave

When you spiral out from my belief

Will I miss it? 


Finger, you maneuver ?

Or do you shiver?

Full of life every time, 

Yeah you do matter.

You are full of thoughts

I live you, is that it? 

But if you end vibrate

The thoughts end up in a closed gate;

And it's over,

The writings are just over ....

© 2019 Shantamurti Paul


Author's Note

Shantamurti Paul
This poem is really close to my heart, I hope all of you can relate to it and like it. It is really basic and I want to share my philosophy with it.

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You really did manage to make this relatable! Each line can be interpreted in so many different ways. I feel like we all ask these questions at some point in some way. I love when you start talking about fingers, it so introspective! Great poen

Posted 5 Years Ago


Shantamurti Paul

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much for the review and it makes me really happy that you could relate to the poem.
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Added on May 23, 2019
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Tags: Stars, shine, heart, thump, bump, stop, vibrate, thoughts, gate, shiver, matter, gliiter

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Shantamurti Paul
Shantamurti Paul

Kolkata, West Bengal, India



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