MUTE OR DEAD
Sheds or whispers again and again,
Below the line of pain,
Every drop is in vain,
Worth of a penni is insane,
I hear herds crying in my space,
But there is mirror image,
Everything there is real and rare,
My place is frozen,
But, here the ice walks, talks, and play,
Here the cold heart beats,
When will there be shade of rays on my cape,
It feels like iam dead,
But my soul is stuck frozen in this place,
You can have a show of frozen doll,
She laughs, but is mute,
Don't ask how she is,
That's the passcode for her to speak,
Let her be the best dancing doll,
Let her fake,
Let her be with her perfect moves,
She practices late night to pretend next day,
Let's not let it be in vain,
Let's clap for everything she plays,
She is the clara,
Waiting for the bhrams,
So she can perform to defroze her self
And let her soul be dead...
About this poem
This poem about a girl with frozen heart who is waiting for rays in her life, she is waiting for rhythm of love the bhrams and clara there is hope living in her which is a reason for her to be strong.
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Written on December 09, 2022
Submitted by on December 09, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Scheme | X A A A B X X X C X X D B E X X X E X X C A X X B X D |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 859 |
Words | 218 |
Stanzas | 27 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
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