Dilemma

Not my usual way of writing. I hope this turns out to be okay.

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In middle of an argument the poet left one day. He was certain that he is better on his own and needs nobody to be content. He left the garden of poppies, went to Amazon, sahara and Everest. He was delighted at the thought of living his life to the fullest and converted his pain into art, wrote a lot of books and was really well liked.

On the other hand when he left, poem was shattered, but she decided to live, as she is the sole reason for a poet to live. She was certain that the poet will come back but after some time she gave up on hope and broke down in abrupt stanzas. She still is beautiful because words never lose their magic, but now she don’t know how to rhythm anymore. Art knew she was fine, as there were no cuts and bruises on her wrist and elbows.

One day poet realized that he can never escape the poem. Where ever he went, she was with him. Poem was his only source of inspiration and the soul of his words. He decided to go back.

When poet came, poem knew the way a poet cannot escape a poem, the poem can never abandon a poet too. Poem was delighted to see him but realized she no more belongs to anyone. She was a barbarian now and have become very dangerous. She still loves the poet but cannot commit to him. What should the poem do now?

Poetry on my skin.

Proud on
shallow connections,
You thrive to earn,
All this fake affection,
Can’t be a good turn.

You ask me to fly,
But I don’t want wings,
My aim is already high,
I don’t need your things.

Your energy
revolves around the greed,
My strength
floats within trees.
Stop suggesting me to read,
I don’t want your aura,
please.

You want me to dive in sea,
I don’t care
about virtue or sin.
Oh dear!
You can’t tame me,
It’s poetry,
written on my skin.