My heart bleeds on these papers,

My soul aches on these parchments,

My ink blots sorrow on these papers,

My words resound emotions on these parchments.

A few pages interspersed with

Thoughts never before voiced,

A few lines interspersed with

Words never before voiced,

Unfelt emotions and unheard words,

Unthought thoughts and unsaid words,

But the recto and verso in my hand,

Dance with the joys of my heart

Mourn with the griefs of my soul,

Smirk with my thoughts sarcastic and,

Resonate and resound all I feel,

All I think and all I wish to speak,

For these poems are but my window,

To a utopia whose part I wish to be.

Author: VR Kapse

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