Scar

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Scar — a poem
Scar

Let me tell you what a scar is:

An open wound — unhealed

A love — unfulfilled

A dream — crushed

A smile — unformed

A friend — lost

A mother — dead

A desire — caged

A life — unlived

But death — not yet. Not yet, my friend.

Not even when hope’s vanished.

You laugh in victory?

As the world caves in and strangles my spirit.

And I give in—

Almost.

Then a dream makes its appearence

Whispers tales of hope and laughter in my ears—

And like an obedient child I pick up the pen—

To paint.

The colours of broken vases, splintered glass and bleak rainbows.

Sometimes pink hearts.

And often purple love.

Call it madness —

Or

Survival.

Or

Curse of an artist

Or

Ashes of the Phoenix.

#chitrangadamukherjee

 

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5 comments

  1. Muktadhara

    Beautiful

  2. Raj

    Very Good Chitrangada

  3. parthapratimsengupta

    Superb Chitra excellent creation how beautifully you ‘ve explaining all the reality of our lives keep writing dear

  4. Moonmoon Chowdhury

    Love the spirit of the poem and the dream to be, one more time.
    Wonderfully written, Chitrangada.

  5. Dayeeta

    Crisp and touching!

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